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. TIP #1: Include all your particulars, the more info the better – sending a photo or two makes your chances even better and even include a phone number to contact you if you can. For those who are serious with contacting, I suggest to have a separate cell phone (called it your Sex Cell) apart from your regular cell phone – it just makes things easier to meet up.2. He never said where he’s from? This is a huge factor and is very important to include this as we live in a very big world. So if the. I was still depressed. Not only had I lost the six most perfect women any guy could ever ask for, I had also lost the ability to be with normal women, they were just nothing in comparison, it would take hours for a normal woman to make me cum, if I didn't stop her or she didn't get bored first. Every night, I lay awake until 3 in the morning playing Overwatch, getting the usual "what the fuck skin is that?! How did you get it?!" Etc etc from every person I play with. The only people who seemed. .oh, that's it, Timmy, that's it. SO nice and wet! Now. To your lips. Lick."I came just watching Tim's trembling fingers come to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap the clear gel, his face contorting into a wince but gamely continuing. He lapped more, and then sucked his fingers clean. The boy was getting into it, his face relaxing."Not so bad, huh?" I smiled, pointing my phone to my open thighs and my own fingers flying in and out of my pussy, which I then lifted to my mouth to lick..