A man has to dry them with kisses andkeep those gems in his heart, to give them back to her through thesweetest kisses. I fully belonged to Mustapha ...ow. He had fertilized mewith his virility and made me pregnant with his love. His love was mybaby. He was in me, and I was his temple. He ruled me like the absoluteMaster.Six months into our relationship, I decided it was time for me to undergoa procedure which, as Najib said, was to be a woman's initiative. Onenight, I told Mustapha I wanted to. My head was still pounding and I knew I'd need to ask Owen for some ibuprofen and soon. Part of me was still ashamed about what I had done, and even though Owen seemed like a nice guy, I still felt like shit. I started to cry again.Owen returned with my panties in his hand, a knife, a jug of orange juice, two cups, and the bag of bagels. "Why are you crying again?" he asked."I feel like shit," I said, drying my eyes on the back of my hand. "You seem like such a nice guy, and I'm such a whore.". I hear you say one word "stand" the authority with witch you say it sends chills down my spine and I quickly stand. Keeping my arms crossed behind my head. My knees a little sore as I stand."Turn around" Is the next thing I hear you say. I obey and start to turn in a circle before your voice cuts in louder "slower slave" I turn slower as I hear you chuckle and say "you really are pathetic slave that thing between your legs is nothing but a little clitty." I feel my face turning red. "Right. " I said."I've heard the same from drug addicts Paul. If you ever..." She broke off as I nodded."I know Sharon; I'll call out for help." I turned my attention back to my girls, "Now where have you got with Alice? And why is she upstairs unattended?" I asked them and they filled me in about her current training position."... and you're certain that she has accepted her life?" I asked them."Paul she was being pleasured by Billie-Jo when I ordered her to get up she did so immediately, a non-slave.