?Alan look scared. He think he not show his secret. That I think him weirdo, not want go out with him any more. ?It okay,? I say. ?I don’t mind you ...ant to see my feet. They are pretty, no??I make him feel better. Easier to admit he like my feet. I see him breathe very big relief. He my slave already I think.?Yes,? he says. He tell me he thinks my feet beautiful, most beautiful feet he ever see. He want very much to see.I laugh. I ask how much you want to see?He say very very much.I say, ?You. It was interesting, I must say, never having much direct physical contact with other men.Returning to our cushions, Beth introduced the first-time participants and we each stood up as our name was called. There were people of all ages. Our children were the youngest but there were people who appeared to be in their 60s and 70s. Then beverages and snacks were brought out and it became a big mixer in the firelight. Our first names had been written just below our neck in magic marker. After all,. The photo did not include my face it was a dick pick of me holing my small cock with only two fingers. “That’s your ring, your huge hands, and your dick!” She is giggling with my wife. “NO!” I half-heartedly said. She shows me another photo this time it was a photo of me after getting of the pool completely naked, a photo that was taken years ago by Cristina when we were alone at a hotels pool. This time there was no denying the fact that I have a small penis. Cristina took that photo because. "No, Sir." He reached for the control box. "Maybe the other hooks. For your nipple rings? Remember?" She shook her head vigorously now and muttered, "No, Sir! No, Sir" and lurched forward toward him, staggering like a drunk.Lauren watched the scene. She never understood Ruiz, how she could keep pushing Peter to take her further and further into the world of pain. Even now, when Ruiz could barely walk, Lauren saw the gleam in her eye, could almost hear her asking Peter, "what's next?" She felt.