Or maybe it's John's couch. I always seem to fall asleep on it whenever I'm there.My dream had left me feeling unfulfilled and antsy. It had been inte...se. Anyway, in the dream I'm bound to this big pillar, my arms wrapped around it and my face rested against cool stone. I hear the footsteps of someone behind me. It's my Master, or at least its my soon-to-be-Master. In my dream I realize that I'm not a slave, not yet, but I'm being inspected to be sold.Of course I'm naked, except for a collar,. Although, she realized, that wasn’t exactly true.“No. Don’t leave. I’m sorry. I just feel a little discombobulated. I’ve just returned from a rather frustrating business trip and I guess I must be more tired than I thought,” Phoenix said, trying to shake off this foggy feeling.“Fine!” she said, still seeming a bit miffed, “but don’t drop me on the floor again. That wasn’t very nice!”“I’m sorry. By the way I’m Phoenix, but my friends call me Nix. What was your name again?” he asked rubbing his. From the day after my life (sex life)changed completely. He was one of my boyfriend in my +2 class he was the one who have the carrot which took my virginity he was the another one who love my ass. From th day he took my virginity he used to fuck me almost everyday an some times we fucked in the school’s unused bathroom and some days we cut school and he takes me to his house and he will fuck me to morning till evening and he started to show me porno movies. Things changed after 2 or 3 months. Susan followed.They stepped out of the clinic and were immediately swarmed by a horde of reporters, many more than usually covered her campaign. Susan looked panicked--Donna had forgotten her coat!The reporter with the bushy moustache reached Donna first and his big microphone was right in her face, soon joined by a dozen others. Donna was a little upset by the mob, but not nearly as much as Susan. After all, reasoned Donna, what did she have to be ashamed of? Her body was beautiful. Why should.