After sending a picture of my bulge, I type out curiously:"You like it? Is it big?"Of course, I've had plenty of women say I had a big dick. But I had...to stay humble. What's big to one isn't big to another. She responded:"Shit, it's big enough for me."She asked me am I a virgin. I say no. I ask back, she says no. I don’t trip. I was 21 at the time. Not many are virgins at my age. So I ask out of curiosity the dreaded body count question. I should not have done that. (Now, as the famous J. Cole. I could onlyget the fly about 3/4 the way up. He then put theleather coat on me, as he did this his warm handsbrushed my shoulders. My cock twitched again and movedlower into the leg. There was a clear view of my hardcock through the denim material. he told me to leavethe jacket open and then put a red bandanna around myneck. A few more moments of preening from him and hebroke out his polaroid. He said this was to see theproduct before taking the actual photos. A few snapsand we looked over the. “Well, tell me Sub when you had your period what did you use?”“Just a pad mistress.”“So you did not insert anything in your cunt?" “No never.”“And when you played with yourself you did not enter?”“No mistress,” I replied.“Dear me Sub this is interesting. You know tomorrow I shall have to break you in don’t you?”I was mortified this had never entered my head, but did not want another slap so I answered quickly, “Yes mistress."“Good sub,” she said.“Now, I want you to know and understand cunt so. Sometimes If I’m really lucky, and really good, I can sleep in Master’s bed! His hot, muscular body pressed against me. Holding me; protecting me. He is my world, I live and breathe to please him, and in return, he lets me. His joy is my joy, his upset; my devastation. I look around myself, to find a kitty tray filled with posh, perfume scented cat litter, and realize it’s for me. It makes me aware of just how much I need the loo, and I delicately crouch in it, thankful for the privacy. I hear.