So close to the beginning of my task.My Master always told me how beautiful my body was, but a slave like me does not think so. I am not beautiful for...others, only for him. My charms, my body is beautiful for him alone.I try my best to ignore the approving glee of boys and men tracking my progress with enlarged eyes. To me they are nothing. Trash. He's the only man on earth, my life.Yet the women are a totally other ordeal. The scorn, the shaking heads, the whispering.Finally I am here, my. Jab bhai ne meri chikh suni to hairan reh gaye aur bole” soni meri behan tu kaya kar rahi hai yahan, teri bhabhi kahan hai/” meime kaha” sheela bhabi to maa ke ghar gayi hai aur main aap ka intzar karte huye so gayi thi”. bhai ka lund khara ho kar meri choot ke darwaze par dastak de raha tha aur main ab chdane ke liye tarap rahi thi. maine kaha” bhai aaj mujhe hi apni sheela samajh lo, main apke lund ki pyasi hun, please mujhe chod kar meri choot ki aag ko shaant kar do mere achhe bhai, dekho. She walked sexy to me and she said, "I have been a very naughty and bad girl because I forgot to wear panties." And then she lifted up her skirt and showed me that she wasn't wearing any panties. She then bent over my lap and said, "What? Aren't you gonna spank me like the bad girl I am?" So, I lifted up her skirt and started to spank her cute and tight 18 year old ass. As I whacked her ass the first time, she moaned in pleasure. I had never seen such a bad girl in my life, and it was pretty. I would wear Opium in very small amounts on all the warm points of my body.We would spend hours in foreplay, touching, kissing, hugging, caressing, talking, and sharing our hopes and dreams. He wouldn't let me come but he would take me to the edge several times until I couldn't stand it anymore.I would lay back and beg him to take me.Somewhere in the back of my mind, I would wish that it could be "real" - that he could get me pregnant on a special night like that - but I would be resigned to.