Oh…” “Good! Then you will call me mistress. And I will call you slave. You are my slave? Aren’t you? Tell me you are my slave!...#8221; Julie didn’t think twice. She knew what a slave was. They took orders and were punished if they did anything wrong. All Julie wanted was to have someone tell her what to do, and to be happy and make her mistress happy. She knew she was a slave all along. Not a slave to any man, a slave to a beautiful mistress. “Oh yes. Frankly, I had big plans with my tiny Thai bitch, and I tamed my internal beast, well, for a time being. Years of domination over boys and girls taught me that Master always get whatever he want, if he gives something back.One day, I got a call from Sora, and went to meet her. She waited me at entrance to well known disco bar, wearing black tights so tight one can see every muscle on her legs and ass, and her pussy was so obviously shown that he couldn’t wear anything under them. She also had. She started reading, and it slowly dawned on her. The paper said that Chris had been to a doctor, to be treated for impotence. It even said right on the papers that he reported it having been six months since it started.Jackie's stomach went sour. He had been telling the truth. Oh, God, what have I done?Putting the papers back down, Jackie hurried to the bedroom, and straight into the bathroom. She stayed hunched over the toilet, until there was nothing left in her stomach to come up.When she. Sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.“That’s it,” I groaned. “You’re such a good ... sister.”Was “sister” the right word for her? Something felt missing.I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her tongue was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my balls. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.“Goddamn, that’s good,” I.