Quickly Amos pulled open the drawstring and into the palm of his hand fell a stick of bright red lipstick."Here's a lesson about empathy," the tyranni...al voice boomed out of the box. "You see, Amos, that's your main problem. You never see anything from anyone else's point of view and it's the problem we're going to work on first. You're going to be a woman for a week." A woman?" asked Amos, bemused and horrified."Uh-huh," continued the voice. "That's right. Don't open the envelope in the bag. It was obvious from his well trimmed physique that he trained regularly. An impressive figure.Katie walked towards him, dropping her gaze to the floor as she went.To my astonishment, head bowed and eyes down cast, she dropped to her knees in front of him."Welcome to our home Master," she said.He ignored her greeting, his gaze fixed on me as he approached her kneeling figure. He smiled slowly and, priest like, offered her his hand. His intimidating gaze never left me.Taking his hand in both of. One day he was sitting beside me while i was working on my pc so I thought of trying something naughty. I opened a folder containing pics of a playboy girl stripping her clothes one by one.I enlarged the first pic where she was in a bikini and bra. I asked him how this wallpaper is. He looked and started giggling. Then i keep on moving to next pictures and then I arrived at the pic where there were no clothes on the girl. He was just mesmerised and just smiling while looking at the monitor.. The court documents detailing her rape are horrific - oral, anal, vaginal, a fistula that needed stitches and months of aftercare - but I feel myself getting wet again. I picture her - in my mind’s eye a tall slender girl with coffee-colored skin dressed in her Sunday best, hair braided and pulled back in a neat pony tail. Her assailants are big, very dark (hey, my imagination is racist as Strom Thrummond, don’t judge me) with cocks that would make a horse jealous. She is semi-conscious in.