Becoming more and more real to her. Her mind focused on these truths as she saw them. The moved deeper and deeper into her soul.As the song ended she ...oved to take her rightful place before her masters. He was the Harpist, master of the harp, master of her. She would obey Jack Beanstalker's every command. She was her purpose for existing. She knelt before him, hands behind her head. She thrusted out her chest and looked directly at her master, hoping that she was making her most attractive. I think it is normal to have a peek. But recently things have started getting more intense, I have found I also enjoy a bit of exhibitionism.Half a year ago I moved into a new apartment, on the top floor and I have never thought I could have such views from there. Too see a glimpse of someone in the window of opposite apartment is interesting and curious, but it seems to far...However since the warm weather things started to get really interesting in the apartment below. I have a direct view. It turned me on more. Your Dad is good at that, turning me on.He puts me gently down on the shag carpet in the living room, and takes his seat on the couch, then just lies back and smiles at me. As an aside, shag carpet is much easier on the knees for this than the vinyl flooring in the kitchen. That is if I don't find any lost pieces of your Lego in it. I'd just about regained enough control of my limbs, so I could kneel in front of him and grab him and lick him.You know, this was also illegal. He was wearing a tight muscle shirt that contoured to his perfect shape. I loved his pecs practically bulging out of it. He wore some shorts that showed off his hairy legs, but being blonde, the hair was barely even noticeable. He had good sized feet, at least 12’s. He was a bit taller than me, at least 6’2. He was clearly straight, and really drunk, he was being loud and obnoxious. “Hey! Justin! Come over here, meet my friend.” Ryan said, motioning towards this blonde god.He walked over and.