You don’t mind fucking married women and you think I’m attractive.” “Stunning,” he corrected. “My last session was with Jeremy. He was kin... of shy and tentative. I’m ready for someone more self-assured and confident.” “You’re a bit intimidating.” “Put your hands on my waist, Ted. I’m going to pull you against me so I can tell you a secret.” He rested his hands on her hips where they swelled gently just below her waist. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled her to him. Her lips. No cake yet.I opened up the refrigerator. One thing about Dad being out of the house, he wasn't going to yell at me for keeping the door open and cooling the whole god damn house.There was a bowl of hard boiled eggs. No thanks.A chunk of sharp cheddar cheese, still in the wrapper. Oh, boy. Wes and I would sit down after school and go through that stuff like candy. Or watch TV and slice it real thin and have it on saltines. But I didn't need any cheese binding up my system.Grape juice. That. Follow me. The Master ushers the slave through a door into a large room. There are no windows, but chains and hooks hang from the ceiling, and strange looking benches and tables strike fear into the slave's heart. Her breathing quickens as she tries to imagine what will happen here, her naked body trembling. Master: Put out your hands, slave. She holds her arms out in front, not daring to meet the Master's eyes as he binds each wrist with a braided cord. Master: Now, reach up. She does, and he. He put a hand against her stomach and pushed in hard, chuckling darkly. She grunted under the pressure and tried not to back away from him. Its hard, I can feel it in there. So, ask again, and do it right! He screamed right in her face, and wrapped her free arm around her back, and pushed harder against her stomach until she could feel his finger nails biting in to her flesh. She screamed in pain and had to clench her ass hard to keep from going. Please Master, can I use the bathroom so I can.