She spread her legs to me and I moved my face down to her pussy. Looking up I asked, "May I." Oh god yes, I haven't had oral in ages."Smiling, I exten...ed my tongue and traced along her slit from bottom to top."Oh yes, if it's ok, I'm just going to lie here and enjoy." MMM, Hmm", was all I said.I pressed harder on the second run by, my tongue separating her lips just a bit. Then using my thumbs I spread her lips and licked deeper between her inner labia, picking up her juices at the opening of. ? it has no choice, no voice, nothing unless He deems appropriate for it to have it. this pig is a nasty, dirty, worthless piece of meat, that deserves not even a name, it is purely an object for it's Owner's amusement.? it deserves to be whipped, beaten, raped, humiliated, pierced, cut, caned, whatever Master deems it worthy of.? it doesn't deserve to be a 'female' when in it's Owner's presence.? it was made to suffer, meant to suffer, and shall only suffer through it's existence as enslaved. He had long blonde hair and his mother’s blue eyes. I said hello to him and he casually waved at me. After that brief orientation I was able to go home. The summer heat made me sweat through my sweatshirt and I took it off. I looked around my small apartment, nothing impressive, crummy compared to the Mulberry’s house that was sure. I stripped to my bra and panties it was so hot. I lay down on my bed. I could not get that Mulberry boy out of my mind. I could feel my privates secreting. I rubbed. She asked, “Which do you like better?”“The one on the left,” Danny answered.“Why?”“I don’t know. They are both focused on pieces of paper, but the one on the left looks ... I don’t know ... deeper somehow.”“Which one would be easier to draw?”“Probably the one on the right,” Danny said after taking a moment to study both images.“Why?”“It’s simpler.”“Yes. It’s simpler. The paper is flat and lifeless. It is just there. The paper in the other picture has a complex texture to it. The wrinkles in the.