That's not BDSM, which is people getting tied up andspankings and stuff. Not that I wasn't a little curious about thattoo, but I really wanted a more ...sychological dominance. I wanted awoman who wanted to serve me sexually and physically, and to want it.But more than anything I wanted a bimbo. An airheaded blonde withbig tits, who loved being pretty and wearing pink, who was alwayssexually available. Ideally, she'd be a live in maid. Always horny,pierced, maybe some tattoos. A real bimbo,. All I know is that she was a stupid whore who was out to take everything you have. You never learn, do you?”“Cherry’s not like that. We became friends. Me, her and her daughter.”“Friends would be here right now. Both of them are at some trailer park fucking anyone with a couple of dollars to throw their way.”“What?” I didn’t believe her. Cherry had become a whore to pay bills, learn respect, humility and honesty and Berry would never be a whore if her mom had anything to say about it. Even. ”The monks were all quite young, about her age, and physically fit from their careful diet and regular working exercise. She had barely seen her own husband’s penis yet here were five which, although limp, were still an object of curiosity. She was not introduced since these young men were busy and very focused at their tasks. That was from their training. She was surprised to learn that they did not have individual names, that was an artificial label and not essential to their being.When they. My nipples popped up, and I'm sure I blushed. I played for time by pouring him a big cup of coffee and sashaying over to him, holding in front of me like a chalice. He took the cup and leaned down and gave me a ravenous kiss. My poise was ruined as I pressed up against him and whimpered, his semi-hard cock branded the skin above my belly button. I tried to keep the game going, "Does my master desire anything else?" But it sounded more needy than sultry. Oh well.He nodded and moved towards the.