"I've been watching you for the last week or so and don't know why you are running around shirtless and barefoot but it seemed like you were having fu.... I watched you and got the idea of how much fun it would be to make you my slave." he showed Dave a coil of clothesline he took from his pocket. "I'll give you a head start then you better run fast because if you touch the fallen tree by the little stream you are free and I'll give you your stuff but if catch you then you are my slave and. I had nothing to give. Why me? Why the hell me? Why let me fall in love so deeply, only to take it away from me? I couldn’t come to terms with the loss at all. At any point in any day, I would burst into tears. The loss of control I felt when these tears smothered me, scared me to death. I could be in my car driving in traffic to work, and suddenly this overwhelming ache would move up my shoulders, up the back of my neck and culminate in floods of tears. I’d arrive at work only to tell them I. "I've never done anything like that." Well, you better start doing it, and right now, or I'm out of here."She had no choice. She leaned forward and pressed her pretty face into the crack that separated his ass buns. The smell was overpowering, and it took all her will power to bring her pink little tongue out of her mouth, and press it into the crack."Come on," he said, "give me a good, wet tongue-wash."She moistened her tongue and began to move it up and down along his ass crack. The bitter. What I am about to tell you happened just over two years after Denise's encounter with the Voyeur and before she started sucking off other men for me. Denise and I had been using memories of Denise's voyeur experience as verbal foreplay during sex and we would both imagine that his cock would have been huge ! I also liked to watch Denise masterbating herself over huge cock videos on the internet. As time went by we started the posting of Denise's nude photos on-line and letting Denise talk to.