Finally, Master came over to me and asked me whose tits were clipped. “They are yours to use, Master.” He grasped my ass cheek and squeezed it. �...And whose ass is this, krystenah?” “It is yours, Master.” In his hand was the hot sauce. “This is going inside here,” he said, touching the outside of his slave’s pussy and here, and he touched the asshole he controls. “And do you know why?” He asked me. I shook my head, sadly and guessed, “as punishment, Sir?” “That is partially correct. It is as. She screeched like a wild cat as she pulled my fiery hair.“Show you ... proper respect...” she snarled.I laughed and said, “Try, cunt!”Mom groaned.I bucked my hips and rolled her onto her back, scrambling to pin her. My cock pressed into her pussy again. My dick throbbed as I stared down at her. Those blue eyes smoldered with anger. Our breasts rubbed together, her nipples brushing mine.This was just like with Allie. I shuddered as I fought to gain control of her arms. My cock slid up and down. Smarts than most of those I’ve met here. We had to, being stupid got one killed very quickly.”Well, cross that one off the list for re-visits.Our next venture also wasn’t a rousing success. I took him to a live stage play. I guess I should have known better, he won’t watch movies and dramatizations on TV, but I thought live action might work better for him. He sat through it dutifully, but I could tell he wasn’t enjoying it much and on the way home I realized why.“It’s like the people that you. The five daily affirmations must begin thusly:1. I like being a girl because...2. I am better than a man because...3. I can make myself prettier by...4. I will please my husband by...5. I want my husband to please me by...While Margaret masturbates your overly sensitive erection, you must saythe five affirmations aloud and describe the pictures you drew in yoursketchbook, which Margaret usually has spread open on a chair behind youso she will know if you try to describe something the teacher.