Maybe sometimes I'll even make yourdisgustingly large nipples very visible too. Won't that be sweethoney?" That comment made me wince."Remember me a... people stare and laugh at you, while your pussy clenchesand cries its lovely slippery tears into your feminine napkin. You'llalways need that now because you're such a drippy little whoresometimes. You'll need to stay fresh and sweet for me. You'll know I'm with you when all of your insecurities make you pout, orcause you to walk with your. Every second, I felt like my flesh was being shredded away by flaming chainsaws while twin lobotomies were performed on my brain with jagged icicles.My parents had to stay home from work to take care of me, as I could not go to the bathroom or feed myself. They could do nothing but sit by my bed and listen to me scream, always trying to think of a way to help me. They tried to endure it, unable to ask my little brother or older sister to look after me without feeling any more guilt than they. I’ve never had so much difficulty controlling my emotions. I was torn with the realization that this was my wife breaking our wedding vows, but her story actually turned me on. She explained that she’d picked a guy with a motorcycle and he had taken her out for a ride before going back to his place in the middle of the afternoon. She said he was good-looking, but a little rough around the edges. It was very hard for me to picture my wife being attracted to someone like that. Madhu’s always been. ." he mused. "You keep calling me sir." he said to her. "That's what you call your boss, Mr. Anderson, isn't it?" "Yes si- Yes, it is." she said. "I told you to use both hands to lube your ass." he told her. "That means I want to see you taking fingers from your asshole and licking them wet again." "Sir?" she asked hesitantly. "Don't call me sir!" he told her. "Call me Master!" "Y-yes Master!" she gasped. She brought her right hand up to her face and looked at it hesitantly. "Let me make.