Eager to tell the story of how he came up with the idea for the design.“Oh, wow.” Amarika could certainly see herself wearing a similar necklace.�...�What’s even more romantic is that he got the idea from our trip to Miami, where I met this really good-looking man, Maurice… I might even have a…” Katrin picked up her phone again.“Yeah, here he is.” Katrin showed Amarika a joyful picture of herself, Jeremy, and Maurice. In the picture, Maurice had his arm around Katrin’s waist and she hers around. Also, this tale involves my rendition of the Master/slave relationship… loosely based upon John Norman’s ‘Universe of Gor’. It is not intended to go by the book.** * * * * * * * She cowered upon hard, hoof trodden, earth, nothing more then a heavy chain and a pile of torn, filthy rags beneath a blanket of dusty tangles. Like some old guard dog that was no longer useful, the feet of both free and enslaved walked right past her. She had become invisible to everyone. Just an unfortunate weight of. He takes a step back, and sits back on the chair. He grabs again to play with his cock and he says to my sister: -lookk hard nipples, she likes what she sees , I like her breasts but I would like to see them without anything on them. then my sister said: -show her breasts too. you saw him naked, why shouldn't he see your breasts too?as a birthday present for him. that super hot scene, with my sister in sexy lingerie, he completely undressed with. .”She let out a wicked laugh and then slowly turned around. Jessica reached behind and seized her bare ass cheeks with both hands. She gave her round, fleshy globes a few gentle squeezes before speaking over her shoulder.“Say hello to your new God, Frankie. Worship services begin immediately.”Before she even finished the sentence, her bulbous bronze ass was lowering onto his face. She reached down and grabbed the chain leash hooked to his collar and pulled it demandingly between her legs. His.