I feel so deeply turned on by this man, knowing that I am there to pander to his every whim, and so very attracted to him, but always knowing that he ...s out of reach until he allows it.I cook dinner and serve him, and I eat in the kitchen. I clear the dishes and stack the dishwasher and he allows me some free time to type up my daily journal. I do this with his eyes on me at all times, and I feel as though he is evaluating me and is deciding whether I am worthy of his hands on me.It?s getting. He could do anything with her, to her... she was his willing playmate in all matters. He didn’t have to consider for a moment, for example, whether or not this scrutiny, while she was so oblivious, might upset her. That was not how she worked. She was like a little moral holiday... do anything... let’s try everything... I want to do this... She was free, this one. Strangely free. It made him feel a little drunk whenever they were alone... the intoxicating knowledge that he could, if time and. Mark held his breath and prayed for luck that these might finally be a used pair of his mother's panties. Mark dashed to her bathroom and grabbed the pair of underwear from the floor and slowly brought them up while his heart raced. He closed his eyes in silent prayer took a deep breath and then held them open and looked into them to see if he had finally found the holy grail.The pair of panties were pink, soft like cotton, and though slightly modest-- they were more like a thong than granny. You seduced me.”“No one will believe you. Let go of me.”“I want to talk to you.”“No you don’t. You just want to fuck me again. Ow! You’re hurting me. Rapist!”This was true. I did want to fuck her again, but I was just beginning to catch on to her game. Tracy was suggesting things for me to do to her by putting a negative spin on it. Of course, I could be wrong but after what just happened I was willing to take a chance. My prick was inflating again with all her wiggling around. I.
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