I remember my dad saying that maybe I could show Gloria around the school so she could get acquainted. Man, was I happy with that statement. I'd love ...o be able to show her around.On the next day of school we walked together; it was about a mile. I hated waiting around for the stupid bus. I preferred to walk. Gloria was so down to earth. My dad was born in Kentucky and told me that Kentuckians were some of the friendliest people. If they were all like Gloria, my dad was surely right.We got. The feeling of anticipation is driving you wild. My wet breath is next to your ear as I whisper to you that I’m leaving. Then you hear me walk out the door, it closing behind me. You are gutted, writhing against your ropes on the bed, naked and dripping. You moan and whimper and call out. You start to lose all concept of time. have you been waiting 15 mins or an hour? You lie there in the dark with your pussy on fire, praying for my return. Then someone walks into the room. You call out my name. Bobby and Sonia both grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the master bedroom. In a lust-clouded daze, I followed them down the hallway.I remembered that Bobby and Sonia's bedroom had always been locked when the family visited, and as I entered it for the first time, I knew why!The bed was one of those giant circular models fitted with what he said were customized black satin sheets. There were mirrors on the walls and mylar on the ceiling. A table next to the bed held a proud display of oils,. ”“And my voice makes you feel warm and good and cared for, doesn’t it.”“Yes, Master, your voice makes me feel warm and good and cared for.”“And you want to do everything I tell you.”“Yes, I want to do everything you tell me.”“Now, Sara, listen very carefully. I want you to remember how you felt right after you came. I want you to remember how your head felt. I want you to remember how your tits felt. I want you to remember how your stomach felt. I want you to remember how your cunt felt. I want.