Go! Please! Look at me!! And then, he looked. Turned his head up from the hood of the car and looked. Straight at her, into her eyes. Into her SOUL. S...e had to check herself. Had she said that out loud? She was so flustered, she almost didn’t notice him smiling at her. No, not a friendly mechanic smile, but a smirk. A sexy smirk. Okay. Two can play that game. She half smiled at him. He straightened up from bending over the car and started wiping his hands on his work towel, all the while. I love fashion. I love makeup. I love the beautiful attitude of confidentBBWs online.I used to think feedee writing, images, and stories were against womens'advancement and were kind of exploitive. Lately, I find myself envious of"feedee" web models. They show confidence in their obvious gains. Theyembrace their extreme bodies. They are so beautiful.IRL, I love being friends with larger women and love socializing withthem. Most large women I meet seem to know that many men find thembeautiful. I. Janet leaned close and whispered to me. "Okay here's the plan. We pull her sling forward, away from the cock, all the way up under him between his front legs until the cock can get in her cunt, then we just let go of the sling and let her weight push her back onto it. He's tethered so he can't thrust, so it's just her pressing against him, and her opening up for him, that will get him into her. It can take ages, and the audience will love the noises the girl makes. The horse usually gets very. I was kind of scared myself...ive never even talked to anyone about this slave business before and in fact was kind of embarrassed. I introduced myself as Master. She said her name was Lisa. And asked if she wanted something to drink. As she took off her coat, I noticed her breasts were incredibly round and perfect. She asked for a glass of wine. I got her the glass and one for myself as well. We sat on the couch and I basically started off by telling her that I wanted a slave who would.