Your lips are warm and soft. And my heart beats even faster. You tell me that you would love to see my home and we walk together, hand in hand, along ...he sandy path toward my home. The sound of the sand crunching between our toes competes with the sounds of song birds who fill the near by trees. Soon we walk together through the front door of my Polynesian home. The home is open air. Warm breezes flow among the rooms. The walls are made of rich koa wood, hand hewn from the surrounding forest.. Lucy finished her lunch and went to the room. Robert was already on the bed waiting for her.‘You are late’, he said.‘Sorry Master’, she said looking down.‘Don’t waste any more time. Remove your dress and suck my cock.’He was naked on the bed. He began to play with his cock. Lucy removed her dress and climbed on the bed. When she bent to suck his cock, he held her head and guided his cock inside her mouth. She began to suck by moving her head.‘Yeah, Good. Use your tongue’She tickled at his cock. . now I can better understand why people with high intelligence may get painted as super-villians by the intellectually challenged: the jocks just can't cope with the idea that they will, someday, need to address people like me, as "boss".My own fantasies shared in discussions with others complaining about the high-and-mighty stepping on us "normal people" has usually centered on the idea of inflicting hundreds of paper cuts and then spraying them down with lemon juice. One of the girls I. She must have spent thirty minutes removing leg hair and trimming her abundant forest of pubic hair back to symmetrical pleasance. After she had that done, she spent another ten minutes, rubbing all kinds of creams and lotions into the titanic mountains of her breasts until they fairly glowed from the attention. At last, standing in front of the mirror, she appraised herself and found that she met and exceeded her own strict standards. Pleased with what she saw, she hurried about dressing for.