Feel it shoot man-juice into me. Feel it change my sexual experience status from over-aged virgin to finally well and truly fucked.Alone, and naked in...my bed, my fingers traced circles around my nipples until both were hard enough to cut glass. Then my one special hand, the hand that knew how best to please me, trailed down to my pussy. I knew that I was already wet and I loved starting out already wet. I knew that my clit was already protruding from my folds, but I left it alone. My favorite. Here are the terms for the week: 1. You will only be addressed as ‘slut’ and you will refer to me as ‘Master’. Any other participants will be referred to as ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma'am’.2. Your safe word is ‘Delta’. If you say this word at any point, all actions will cease immediately until a further agreement is reached. Your safety is important to me.3. You will relinquish all control to me this week. You will have no say in what is done to you (and by who) and what happens to you. 4. You are. Since her ordeal began, Brandy’s philosophy of meekness and obedience had kept her from the worst of the abuse she had saw other girls suffer. Until today, when Vlad had brought her here. From the outside the place looked like a mansion to Brandy, who had lived in the same single wide trailer her entire life. But inside it was like something from a nightmare. Brady shuddered as the men guided her down the walk to the waiting SUV. The English speaking man sat with her in the backseat while the. As for my life, I did what I did best, paint. I could care less if some crazy fuckers got slaughter as long as it wasn’t on my time. These events inspired me for my next portrait, entitled ‘For the Masses’. Now you would probably wonder who’d buy these paintings and the answer is simple, a rich fucker with too much money and spare time, so he collected this kind of thing. He was Richard Bankerman. He had his own gallery of morbid art work, he had bought my last 5 portraits and I now found.