When I first heard this, I felt tepid about the idea. Now, months later I wish only for Master to break me down. Nothing fills me with more gratitude ...han Master’s orders. Even when he says he is disappointed in me, I am thankful to hear from him. It is because I cannot help my love for his cock and my need to worship it, concentrating entirely on how to please him. Again, I drifted into my fantasy world, where there is nothing outside of Master’s cock?Slut tried to repress memories of the. "If Bandor has learned to do that, it is not good at all. That makes him much more dangerous than he already was. We may not be able to defeat him if he can do that," Megan confirmed. I saw the look of concern on all the girl's faces."Couldn't we just refrain from using our powers against him? Take him out by hand? I almost did this time," I stated."Yes, we could. But that makes us considerably less powerful. That means it's just a standup fight against him. It only worked this time because his. I told the girls to get dressed, called the driver we used, and escorted them back to town. The driver put the privacy panel up, and they took turns showing me how grateful they were for last night. We had to sit a minute after we stopped to straighten our clothes. I took them into the first jeweler we came to, and dropped about a grand U.S. on them, knowing they'd return it for the money, minus a twenty-five percent fee handling fee, before I got back to the villa. It was the thought that. They slipped down my thighs and calves into delicate crumpled shackles. I stepped out of them, wanting to be sure I could spread my legs for him.Now I was naked. Naked in the arms of a man. I helped Mark remove his shirt. My hands could touch his bare torso now, and feel his hairy chest. His pecs under my hands. I roamed over his body. Feeling his muscles. Everything reinforcing the illicitness of this episode. Man-on-man activity.My cock slid along the length of Mark's. He was longer and.