She said,– qamar, I will tell you as much as I can, before I go. I want you to report them all to the people… –And it was then she said,– …i... someone reads my story and gets sexually aroused, That is one ultimate misery of them –– it is no rush, Fareeda. First of all, you get well. Then we can think about the story –– it is alright now, qamar. I feel alright –Later, I was typing her story as she was narrating it.– lemme tell you about things I did in France, when I had a chance to go there.Our. He was pleasuring an Angel! He moved back up the bed, and touched the tip of his hard erection to her entrance. Slowly, he added inch by inch of himself inside her. She squealed with pleasure at the feeling of being filled up- evidently, the first time doesn’t hurt for Angels. Madison’s hips grinded against Jasper of their own accord- but it felt good, so she carried on. Her Purity was lost now; she might as well enjoy herself. Jasper began to thrust into and out of her tight, wet hole slowly. Then She placed one hand over my slave cock and one hand upon my butt plug, which she swiftly and forcefully pulled from my ass, which had become my boy cunt. Next She tied the butt plug and the horse tail around my neck and collar. Now She cracked her bullwhip a couple of times on the floor of the platform as if to get Her pace established. Suddenly she struck Her whip across my back, newly tattooed with "804" and the word "slave". i gasped and said: "thank You Mistress". "804. When he asked what time I get up on a Saturday, I told him around 7AM . He sternly told me the correct answer is..whatever time Sir tells me to. He promised I'd pay for that mistake..I promised myself not to make any others (how wrong I was going to be!)Friday came, and I spent a couple of hours on hair removal for Sir, and on Saturday I headed off with a feeling of excitement but a little trepidation.i arrived at the service station and stood at the location I'd been given. Sir made me wait 15.