"Whose permission is necessary in order for me to see you wearing these?" he asked.As you have trained me, I bowed my head and quietly replied, "I wil... bring your request to the attention of my master. If he grants it, he will communicate with you directly as to the time, the place and the circumstances under which he will display me to you." (Sir, I must confess that I am truly puzzled by his request. He is gay--what possible interest could I hold for him?)And so, Sir, as you can see, I come. He'd never married, but had a string of absolutely gorgeous women who always seemed to be in one photo or another that he'd email to me at Christmas with little explanation and rarely a name.Matt had gone to work as a reporter for the Oklahoma United Press – 'The state's most trusted news agency, ' he always added with sarcasm as a tagline when we'd talked about his work. He did the hard and crazy stuff that no one else in the paper wanted to do: gruesome accidents, crimes, middle of the night. Desiree took a finger and swiped up a gob of semen on her finger and sucked into her mouth as Chris watched “Fuck, you're one nasty bitch,” Chris whispered. Quatch was fucking Jessica hard over couch arm. Her cinnamon ass jiggled as he fucked her. Quatch grunted with every stroke, sweat running down his forehead and his face turned beat red. Quatch let out a sound that was like a growl and a shout and buried himself into Willow's cunt and went rigid. He pulled out, his fat cock and white cum. "First lets get the rules straight. When you are at home you WILL wear only what I tell you. You WILL do as a tell you when I tell you. You will sleep here." I said pointing to the dog bed. "and you will call me Master!" Uh Bobby, don't you think that's going" She Started.I Slammed the riding crop I had hidden behind my back down onto the bed. The loud smack it made as it hit the bedding stopped her short."You. Will. Call. Me. Master!" I said snapping the ridding crop on the bed to emphasize.