You will call me mistress. Apologise again. Kiss my feet and keep apologising.”“Sorry mistress.” Kiss. “Sorry mistress”....Kiss. “Sorry mistress”. Kiss.It won’t be forever, will it? Kiss her feet. Accept inferiority. It’s just the way things are. Life is not always fair. Maybe she *had* been a little disrespectful? Look at Zynab’s ankles. And she has amazing legs, doesn’t she? No-one has long, smooth, brown legs like that back in. I'd shoot my load onto the pictures and straight away feel guilty I'd then wipe my dick pull up my trousers and pants shove the magazine behind the toilet and rush off disgusted in myself. But I knew I would be back the next weekend for my fix.There was something about the toilets that turned me on the dirty smell of piss the thought that I was in a public place wanking off a lot of things really.This particular day I had done all of the above I was sat down on the dirty metal toilet legs apart. I was hoping that I could do something along the lines of that first role: disrupt the enemy by destroying a strategic target. I had a notion that a leaderless army is a demoralised and uncoordinated army and one of the things the SAS could do was assassination. I intended to see whether it would be possible to use a small team to take-out the Norse leadership before the battle started, tonight if possible, using the cover of darkness.Climbing a nearby rise I saw the Norse host laid out before. .." Oh, gosh. That's right. I haven't met her yet, and I think I'm as concerned about it as she is if not more. Do you think she'll like me?" I do," he told her with a smile. "She'll like you because I love you." Then...I'd like to meet her. I'll still be nervous, but I trust you...honey," she told him before she kissed him."Maybe we can get together at the house tomorrow?" Okay. Just let me know when."They hugged again then kissed each other goodbye, and Kimber stood there, her back to the.