Stay here with me."Angela sat up, looking at me in shocked surprise. "What are you saying Master?" Angela you are a submissive. Yes I showed you how t... act like a submissive and how to talk like one and how to think like one, but you were already a submissive before all that. And you know and I know from your own life now, that a submissive without a Master is just a lost little sheep wandering around in the woods."Well it's the same for a Master. Without a submissive to guide, a Master feels. ’ She was heavier than he remembered her, but she had a figure that might have lent itself to that, if she was not taking care of herself. Dean squinted at the vague pictures, but felt certain that he was seeing the soft-eyed young Greek-American woman who he thought he had rescued from the rogue French intelligence group that seemed to be circling toward some sort of objective around Denver’s Summit Conference. He outlined a bit about her to the group, holding for himself the velvet feel of. So beautiful. She then sat on Pedros huge cock. It was beautiful to see her tits bouncing as he fucked her. I could resist and started sucking those tits. I put my cock in her mouth also as she moaned. It was my turn now. She sat on my cock and and fucked her so hard. It was perfect. She bounced on my cock and sucked Pedros. The drool from her mouth was dropping down to her tits and fell on my chest. It was so hot seeing those tits with drool all over them. There was one thing that we really. "Yourfrosting is so good," she dipped a perfectly manicured finger into thepuddle of wasted frosting. She raised it to her lips and slowly suckedthe sugary substance from her purple painted nail. She moved closer toTim. Her breath smelled of cigarettes and caramel. She pulled a jointout of seemingly nowhere. She lit it and inhaled it deeply. She offeredit to him. He took it, stared at it. It's been so long, just a little.Tim hit the joint. From the taste alone, he knew it was high.