"What are you having, dear boy?" he calls to me, breaking from his monologue and holding an empty glass high when I enter the room. "And the ever-fabu...ous Izzy too. How delightful. We thought the sheets had claimed you both. The usual, darling?" he asks her as she slips out of her jacket. "Pink gin? On the rocks?" Aww, darling, you remembered. How sweet." And a Guinness for me," I call, feeling forgotten. "If you have one?" Sorry, old man, no can do. Women auteurs, eh! It'll have to be mixers. Sally was totally exhausted as she pulled into her garage and got out of her car. She went into the house and fell into her husband’s recliner. She quickly fell asleep.“Where am I?” Sally said as she awakened. She looked around and was relieved to find herself in her own living room. It was getting dark. “I must have slept all day,” she thought as she got up. She felt her panties sticking to her skin and suddenly the previous night’s memories flooded back into her mind. What added even. You coach me to be a better person, a more daring person in every part of my life – not just the sex. You want to see me succeed – to set goals and accomplish them.”“Keep going.”“You bring me little gifts now and then, and I know they have ‘I love you’ written all over them. I treasure that little anklet you gave me last month; I’ve never taken it off since you put it on my ankle.” Reese gestured to her right leg that was tucked beside my thigh as she slowly rode me. The thin gold chain glowed. After, you will write 'begging to be your whore and slave' and present yourself to your Master. Then, I will teach you your place. sophie, have you been touching My pussy? ..."Good slave.Now show me how you punish yourself when you cum." sophie knew what her Master wanted to see: how practiced had she become in her obedience. How badly she had craved his touch after her orgasm, to feel him punish her nipples, she squeezed and twisted at them, determined to shed a tear.For Him,she wanted.