She was still wearing her sandals and when she sat back down, she extended her legs so her feet could rest on an upturned plastic bucket. Her dress ha... creased up way too high and yet it wasn’t high enough. Nothing was enough.He gulped from his glass. The room felt unbearably hot even as the fan whirred softly above them. When he moved, he could feel the sweat soaked into his t-shirt. He ran a hand through his damp hair and blew out a breath.“You were saying about a list?” she prompted and he. Her make-up was flawless and her he blond hair flowing freely over her shoulders. “Strip” was all she said as I closed the door. I was told in her message that if I spoke just once the session would be over & I would never see this goddess again. I took off my clothes and neatly folded them and put them on the chair by the door. A heavy leather collar was then fastened around my neck & I knew it would not be removed until my Mistress released me from her service. I was lead into a basement,. God I feel so happy. Next are my metal cock and ball ring and swe through black panties that cover my plugged arse and look great. I put on my long red false nails to match my painted toes and lips and slip on long see thru nylon gloves and loads of chunky bracelets for my wrists and upper arm. O finosh thos off with patent spike heeled ankle boots and a long flowing see through robe . My slutty pyjamas i call this oufit and I get on the sofa infront of the tv and enjoy a glass of wine and a. "I am so close. Do you want a tribute? Iwill send you a tribute..." EE sent the e-mail and then went back to hisbed and laid down, his hands behind his back. Could he hold off? LAREDO, TEXAS, 7:15 Downey put down the bong,laughing. "You are such an asshole" he said to Colette, his 323 poundsister. She was fat, but she had a wicked sense of humor. "Lemme see whatI got from my boys" Downeysaid, as he ran his hand across his bright blue spiked hair."We need a tribute...I need more dope, and.