"Whenever you address me, it will be as 'Master Bud', unless I tell you otherwise. You will not speak unless I give you permission. The one exception ...s that you may ask "Master Bud, may I speak?'. When you answer me, it will be 'Yes, Master Bud'. If you do not follow these rules, you will be spanked on your bare ass with a special paddle. Do you understand?"Kim just nodded miserably. "THAT IS NOT A PROPER ANSWER! You just earned one stroke of the paddle on your naked ass. Let's try again. Do. "Open your eyes," You whisper softly on my mouth. I look at you. Your smile warm. Caressing. I feel your thick head just at my opening. "You ready?" You ask, softly still. I nod my head. A little scared. Excited. Turned on. I can't wait. I lift my hips towards you. You smile again. Then the pressure. Your actions are slow. You don't want to hurt me. The pressure is strong against my tiny hole. "Will you fit?" I ask. I feel silly for asking such a question. You are huge however. A shaken Cyn sized up Dave. He was the epitome of tall, dark, handsome, confident and he had a boldness she really liked. She accepted the offer in more ways than one. Dave’s slightly mysterious and frequently dangerous lifestyle soon captured her. Cyn became addicted to Dave and the suspense he so effortlessly generated. *** Cyn’s playroom was a cornucopia of sexual treasures and erotic art. The art works were strategically placed to enhance mood and the room’s intended purpose. Bear noticed. .. No, I'm not going to read it to you, it's personal... They used to be sweethearts going back to eight years old, but Bob, you ever leak that to the press and our friendship's over... I know you've never screwed me over but this stuff would be worth money, speaking of which, hypothetically speaking what might an unpublished Courtney song be worth... No shit! as much as $50,000 maybe more? Hey Thanks Bob, I owe you."Johnny hung up the phone and ran into the living room. "Hey Darryl, I got this.