Soon, Jeff slid down Katrina’s body, kissing his way along her tummy and lower abdomen and then to begin tonguing her delicate folds. Katrina moaned...and squirmed on the crisp sheets as Jeff worked his magic on her vagina. Jeff kept bringing Katrina close to orgasm and then backing off to leave her increasingly desperate for release. He rolled Katrina to her side and kept kissing her moist pussy and spread a small amount of KY on her anus. He began circling her with feather-like touches as. I am proud of the man that I am becoming and I wonder what my father would think. We still talk on the phone but I haven’t seen him in ages. The government prevents him from coming to America. I wonder if I will ever see him again. Maybe it’s a blessing that he can’t come to America. This place discriminates against men and my father is a strong, proud man. I’d hate for him to be mistreated. I’m resilient, so I can handle it. I hope we meet again someday. Another thing I’d like to discuss with. . DAMN!24 May 2017Dear Ms. Diary, Apparently, Mom took the past couple of days off, as I got no texts from her. Right after Mom got home and shortly before Dad did, I met her in the kitchen and said, “Supplicant, you will make breakfast on Saturday morning in the nude.”Mom hesitated, opened her mouth, closed it, and then replied, “Yes, Mistress.”“Supplicant, you will also record any conversation that takes place in the kitchen during the time between preparing breakfast and cleaning up after. I had been a totally sexual animal in my role in London using females to further my mission in the soft underbelly of the West. I freely admit that I had humiliated them and degraded their submissive flesh with pleasure that radiated from my core roots between my muscular legs. I had teased them with their own undies forcing them to inhale their own juices and caused them to taste my male essence with a knowing smile on their pretty faces.The simple truth was that I used sex to train my.