I was embarrassed that we were even having the conversation, considering how I was raised. My father was the deacon of our church, and my mother taugh... Sunday school. God forbid they ever found out what I was doing. I took my new toy out of its careful packaging, and caressed it curiously. It was smooth, made of rubber, with little ticklers at the end. It looked like a clothes hanger. I wasnt even sure, at first, how to use it. I was trying to reexamine my own anatomy in my head, and then. For a man in a picture. YOU put that love into me, didn’t you? You’re about to give me away to Justin Ardly, aren’t you? You’re about to try and make me HIS slave, aren’t you, doctor?”I leaned even closer to her. “Try to imagine it. Close your eyes.” I waited until she had done so. “Now, try to imagine that you belong to him ... that he owns you ... that he does things to you ... that he orders you to do things. If he was your master ... if you were his slave ... then he would most certainly do. She gazed into me glassy eyes and said "Nice isnt it. Do you like what Im doing". "Oh yeah more" I replied "suck me, swallow my cock. suck out the cum your sweet little slut" Im going to drink you down whole" Valerie jibbed as she stroked my cock in rapid succession with her tender hand; up and down, up and down as her mouth and tongue and lips worked there magic in unison."Do you like this" she whispered as she stared into my eyes. Her tongue extended and tongue fucked the eye of my cock. She. I think of all the things to write to let you know I care. The fact that I'm so proud of you for not going postal at work while putting up with all the crazy people. The way you try to keep up with the house work although you're tired. The way that on some mornings I wake to coffee made. The way you look. Yes, the way you look and the way your skin feels under my hand and then my mind turns to thoughts of passion, to things that I could do, of things you would enjoy. Relax, get comfortable and.