Not nearly with the clear-cut vision he held - because I did want to make something out of this new life besides being a fucktoy - but I felt instinct...vely that on some core level that's exactly what I was, deep down. How could I possibly compete with, resist against, someone stronger than me, more powerful, more wealthy? This body of mine, frail, slender, exquisitely breakable, was the perfect object of a man's domination. And since I was the inhabitant of this body, that made me subject to. Sounds a bit pricy. Not when you consider that there were several trade-in-kind sessions and when you also consider how taboo this was. In fact, I can tell you that I wasn’t cheap, but I was on the lower end of the price range for this kind of fetish and the discretion needed. I will also add, that Karl did use a portion of the money earned for himself and to buy costumes and toys. Karl explained that my ‘cut’ was about 2/3 the overall earnings and that I should always use that as my. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten about my 'morning wood,' and my skivvies did nothing to hide arousal. Embarrassed, I slid a hand in front of my crotch, "A watched kettle never boils," I stated superiorly but felt immediately unsettled by her reply. "Then I'll find something else to amuse myself," she retorted and placed a hand between her thighs. My eyes widened, and my breathing stalled when she began stroking the sheer fabric covering her sex. My erection throbbed seeing the patch of pubic hair. She always wore transparent sarees and sleeveless blouse which gave an excellent view to the local cocks…..My father, he passed away when I was 18. This is my first sex story.This is about how I used my mother when my father was aliveDring the school days, we all used to sleep in the hall. My father on the right side and me on the left side and my mom in the middle…… After 11 pm my father used to fuck my mom silently thinking that I am sleeping but I observed them without their knowledge in the.