I looked up to see the bartender pointing towards the back of the club. Mistress Mary took a glass and pushed it towards me "Drink," she said, "This w...ll help."I gulped down the whiskey in the glass and felt it warm the huge empty space that ran through my middle. She sipped hers and smiled broadly. She loved this. And I had no idea what she was getting out of any of it.My Mistress stepped forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her hand ran up the side of my thigh and disappeared under my. . er Charles. I think she looks very beautiful. And I was admiring the use of shadow and light to bring up her curves. They are more art than .... well you know." Porn – you can say it Jim. No, they're not porn. I don't take porn pictures of my family. They are articistic nudes, sometimes erotic nude studies. There's a distinct line between porn and erotica and I don't cross it. Here, have a look at this next one and you'll see what I mean."I stepped up to stand in front of the photo he was. There is a definite shape to body as I have wider hips and a round backside (I hate women who are so slim they seem to have no Bottom). My shoulders are slight and I have a good shape to my legs thanks to hours on the exercise bike. I have been planning all afternoon what to wear and make my way to my underwear draw. My bedroom is divided into two, with draws and a closet on both sides of the room. One, with my male work clothes and a pair of jeans, the other overflowing with all Lizzy's. Sometimes, the white boys used to tie her up naked and violate her. But James was the size of a tank. If he heard her scream, he’d come to her rescue, fight off the scrawny white boys, and bring her back to his house. But behind closed doors, he was the most submissive little boy toy she could have ever imagined. Shawna loved getting on top and telling him what to do and how to fuck. The incredible scene was just compounded by the fact that he was 4 times her size at least, but obeyed her like.