I don't suppose I understood why people had sex until I started experimenting with my own body. It was then that I understood, and wanted to find out...more. It happened that Jennifer's father had a collection of pornography ranging from magazines to videotapes. We began to look at these when her parents were away. The pictures of nude women fascinated me. I gazed longingly at the women, with their large breasts and hairy vaginas. I wondered if I would ever reach that state (Trust me, I. I move on to the other breast. Isa seems to be expecting the same treatment for her left breast but she is surprised when I go straight to her nipple and bite it. “Ouch!” Isa screams.“Who owns these breasts Isa?” I ask.“You.” Isa states coyly.I pinch on her left breast hard enough to leave a mark. “You will use the term ‘Master’ when replying to me.”Isa nods her head.I pinch harder and say, “Understand?”“Yes Master, I do. You own my breasts Master.” Isa replied.I smile, remove my finger, and. He looked away, maybe he felt ashamed but it was the garden he was now looking at. Brenda could really do with some help because her husband just never had the time to do anything not even a bit of painting or wallpapering. Later that day Brenda brought in the first lot of washing and put out the second lot on the clothesline. The wind had picked up from the southwest and was more than a little brazen it was ideal conditions for drying clothes but it was also perfect for lifting up Brenda's. I expect you will prepare yourself daily from here on without my assistance. Your ass is mine and I demand it be clean and ready at all times. Hold it for 5 minutes, faggot," my wife commanded as she sat down and finished her wine while watching the porno play out on the TV. I struggled to hold the warm fluid, beginning to cramp with the strain of the exercise. Pulling me to my feet after the most excruciating 5 minutes of my life, Sarah ordered, "Go sit on the toilet and flush out that nasty.