That magazine was actually not mine but her father who is also working outside the country, a seaman.'Can I see it?" I was hesitant for a moment but I...think there is nothing wrong. So I allow her to browse on it."Why do you read this? Do you like it?" I feel awkward to answer her but told her that it was her father's magazine and usually men like looking at women.Then she confided to me that she knows that its her father's magazine and her father does not want her to see it but actually she was. Jessie Harper was thinking how great Bjorn, Clarissa, Jock, Marleen and Shona had all performed out there in front of everyone and was feeling certain that at least one of them would get a placing in the final award ceremony. However, when this ‘other girl’ came out and strutted her stuff Jessie knew instantly that her friends were in for some real stiff competition. Everything the girl did seemed just perfect but not in an obnoxious sort of way but in what seemed a real, genuine, unscripted. I tell you to rest for a few minutes and I remove the blindfold covering your eyes. Your eyes are aglow as you look around the room for the first time. Your breathing is beginning to slow now, but your body is covered with sweat. I kneel down beside you, pulling an ice cube from the glass and raise it to your lips tracing your soft skin. I begin running it slowly from your lips, down your neck and across the pulse now throbbing again in your neck. The ice begins to melt as it slides down to. .?” I retort, with a tone of sass, purposefully egging you on. You grab a hold of me by the hair and pull me up, making my neck crane upwards and causing me to stumble a bit. The fingers of your spare hand slip between my lips and toy with my tongue, flicking occasionally against the back of my throat, causing me to cough while my eyes well up. “Your place is right here, taking my orders like a proper pet, bent over and begging for a rough fuck with a damn smile.