We’ve both earned every scar, every callous for the sake of our craft. My hands have long lost anything feminine about them, but I’m strangely con...ent by that – these hands can craft dreams out of metal and stones. “Hi baby,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my shoulder. “Productive night?” He’s stopped asking whether it was a long night long ago. Sometimes, for me, nights are never long enough. “Yes,” I mumbled back, and continued to enjoy his hands on my body. He lowered his head to kiss. ”It was her first day as a slave in my house, but it was also the day right after I had hurt her badly, almost ripping her little asshole open, so I tried to pamper her a little. I had breakfast made by my cook, and I brought it up to my room, where she was staying for now, and we ate while watching the morning news. I was still a businessman after all, not just a slave owner, so I had to be constantly updated on everything that happened. I wore a black robe and, as I was being extra nice to. Shestill fought him, even when he took her hand guided it to his erect penisstraining at the fabric of his pants.She instinctively clenched her fingers around it and squeezed. It wouldhave been just as easy for her to squeeze his scrotum and make him squealin pain and release her. Taylor didn't want Bradley to fuck her but shedidn't want him not to fuck her either. Her mind wanted him to let her goand come back tomorrow and apologise to her for being so boorish but herbody wanted him to put. ;-)* * * * *It was just before six o'clock and Ethan was waiting in the parking lotof a forest preserve. This is where he'd agreed to meet Asha; a locationthat wasn't too far from the party, apparently. He leaned against hissmall sedan as he looked for signs of approaching vehicles. His car wasnothing fancy, but it got good gas mileage and got him around.The faux fur of his viking costume caused much of his body to itch. Itwas a silly ensemble of fake hides and skins along with a set of.