I had no luck meeting a real Master. It was becoming frustrating. It wasn’t until I saw Master Ross’ webpage and filled out his application. I had...to include a detailed background report on my upbringing and sexual history. I also had to send pictures of me naked and clothed holding a sign for Master Ross’ and the current date. It wasn’t until about a week later he emailed me back. He had given me a list of specific instructions and a time to chat with him online. I went out and purchased a. Jennifer wrapped her arms and one leg around him, holding on tightly as they furiously fucked each other. She moaned with increasing urgency as the movement of her hips increased."Yeah, baby," Mike encouraged her, "come! Come hard!"Grunting sharply, Jennifer did just that. Her body went rigid, then jerked and shifted. Mike felt like he was riding an earthquake.As quickly as her orgasm had come on, it receded. She relaxed her hold on him as her body went limp. She shuddered and gasped with a. A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. I feel kind of pervy. I’m like a lust-crazed guy who is silently stalking his prey. She shakes me up even more when she rises from the chair and pulls her hair into a pony tail. Her back is arched so that her breasts jut out and her head is tilting up. As I survey every curve of her body the word that comes to mind is flawless. She walks toward the hotel. Her perfectly meaty ass sways beneath the entrapment of her thong. My cock strains against the fabric of my white Quicksilver’s. There’s no.