I had spent the previous evening pleasuring myself to the sight of your wonderful luscious curves, but it felt as if I hadn’t cum in ages. It feels ...onderful to wake up and start beating off first thing in the morning. I can’t stop jerking off for you, Lateshay. Your tits are so big and so sexy I can’t help but be aroused and I start to play with myself. I watched your vids all morning while I masturbated to your fine female form…spent about an hour and 45 minutes jerking to your vids…oh, how I. There were shackles bolted to the floor and he snapped one around her ankles. The other shackle was a stretch for the small girl. The last slave here had apparently been a male. He didn't have time to reset them. When her other foot was fastened, her legs were spread painfully wide. Her groaning complaints were making him hard. But it would take a lot more pain than that before he could get stiff enough to give her what she wanted. What all the fucking bitches wanted. Take, take, take. That's. "You told me if I didn't put Brian in the closet with you, you'd keep Carl away from me for a month." Brian and I had to have a little discussion about how to treat my girlfriend," Louise said. "The closet was the only place private enough to say what needed to be said. And kiss." Oooh." So that brings us to graduation. There are so many girls who have not had a chance to have Brian in the closet for seven minutes of heaven. Though it seems that a lot of people have had seven minutes of heaven. Then, possibly, maybe that’s how I happened to miscue and get a little out of touch with our circumstance, as I casually ask you: ‘Imagine in a year from now or so, … what if we’re still together?’ I can’t put my finger on why I ask, but I’ve opened a potentially scary and risky question. Not that I’ve said anything wrong, but for our first meeting it might be construed that I’m being too anxious, and being overly forward assuming whatever relationship we’ve started will also exist afterwards.