Why? I was not a lover of bondage as myself, butthis persona was enthralled and strangely the feeling seemed to beaddictive, was this the idea of this...therapy? My musings were interuptedby the door opening.MASTER! I thought to myself.I lower my head to the floor and thrilled at the sound of his approachingfootsteps. His booted feet appear in my peripheral vison and Iimmediately set to kissing the right boot. I kissed every inch of theshiny leather relishing the slightly acidic taste of the. “He’s not that old, is he?”“About sixty-five,” I said. “But he smokes heavily, like most of the older men, and I don’t know if he exercises at all. He’s an insurance adjuster, and spends a lot of time in his car.”“Listen to my son the doctor,” Mom teased.“I think anyone who took a High School health class knows those risks! And it’s even on the cigarette packs, although it’s pretty wimpy — ’Caution: cigarette smoking may be hazardous to your health’. Putting menthol in cigarettes doesn’t make. She didn’t vocalize anything. That night, I enjoyed the warmth of a campfire for the first time in weeks. Freydis, Julia and I ate trout from a nearby stream, Flora nibbled on various grasses that I doubted were edible for anyone but nymphs and cows, and Diamond drank from her mother’s breast. It was bizarre to see a newborn teenager nursing from a mother barely older than her, but ever since I’d bound with Julia, weird shit had become the norm. All I had to do was look at my own body, tattooed. Lifting her hips up until just the head was inside, then sinking back onto him. Every time her ass hit his thigh, she tightened muscles and squeezed his dick.He put his hands on her back and pulled her towards him. As her chest lay against his, he moved his hands to her ass to hold her still. He lifted her hips slightly and started lifting his ass off the desk, driving himself into her hard. He started fucking her with wreckless abandon as his thighs slapped loudly against her ass.She continued.