Well doesn't it? It's so sweet, so vanilla, but just because you enjoy the more extreme perversions, it doesn't mean to say that you can't enjoy the ...roticism of sweet and simple things too. Can you imagine kissing an eight year old? Mouths open, lips hot, tongues probing -- the c***d willing, horny, aroused. There's no rush. There's plenty of time to get the bondage equipment out later. We can take our time. There are no limits, except those set by our own imaginations. Is your pulse. Also clear some trees to get it into the place I want to put it. I might just need to pitch a tent for a few days. I am going to need a chain saw though.”“We are having a sale this week on those,” he explained.It looked at a saw, which at his sale price was only 20% more expensive than the same saw at Home Depot. I brought if from him. Since he took my debit card, I bought two ten by ten tarps as well. I also bought enough hand tools to demo the cabin. It was11AM when I arrived back at the. With his mind off thinking and the loud music someone could have driven a tank through the place and he wouldn’t have noticed. ‘Shitfuckpissdamnohfuckme that hurts like forty seven motherfuckers!’ Forgetting his visitor and lapsing into boat language as the only thing available that properly summed up his feelings. He felt a pair of hands guiding him to the couch and when his eyes uncrossed he found that he was staring into the deep brown eyes that had stolen his heart the first time he saw. The top button barely covered my bra and the tops of my breasts showed. I slid my feet into the boots and zipped them up then went to show Mistress Lisa how I looked to check if she approved.She did, she made me stand there as she walked round me, inspecting the outfit she had chosen for my punishment. Satisfied she made me come back to the bedroom and help her dress for our night out. She wore a dark green satin thong and a tight velvet mini dress also in dark green (green goes wonderfully.