She rushed to the bathroom to prepare.She waxed her body and shaved her private parts. She already had some cosmetics, and she applied them to her bod.... She was glowing and looking so refreshed. She wore a skirt and a blouse on top. It was evident that she wasn’t wearing any bra. I doubted whether she was wearing any panties inside or not.She was looking at the clock and through the window outside. It was around 7:45 pm when the doorbell rang. As Reddy was expected at 9, she was frustrated that. "I like it when you tell me to be a slut. I liked sucking it. I even like being bent over and at your mercy like this, but I'm really hoping you don't do anything." "So you like being a cock sucking slut?" "Yes, but that's all I want to be." she whispered. "I'm not... not all the way... not yet, anyway." "Well, now I'm telling you that you're a bigger slut than that, even. You're a brother-fucking slut, because I'm going to fuck you. You're a three hole honey, Miranda. Can you feel my. She grabbed her cell phone, dialed my number and scurried behind one of the curtains that separated set from the rest of the warehouse. “Hello Nat,” I answered the call. I had met Nat at a Kinbaku seminar, months ago. She was interested rigging, but, discovered that she enjoyed being a rope bottom much more than doing the tying. She quickly volunteered to be tied and suspended by me. Her small and slender frame made her the perfect rope bottom. “Gil! I need the biggest favor ever!” Nat said. Desiree's face was bloodied and battered, beaten unconscious for defying Brandon. The foolish woman was loyal to that false god Mark, and her husband had to brutally chastise her.Shame filled me for ever worshiping Mark Glassner as a god. Luckily, Brandon had come along, awakened me to his divinity, and captured the false god Mark. He lay imprisoned somewhere in this very jail, his body battered by Brandon's soldiers.There could be no doubt in my mind that Brandon was a god. I had been standing.