’ He has, over the years added ‘and how you let it be used’.From the very beginning he said he wanted to own me, and I have to say, I wanted him...to own me too. When he first offered ownership I asked if I could have my own slave certificate. I have one and it is proudly displayed, along with many pictures of me, in our bedroom.Once, just after we had started living together, we were walking passed a tattoo shop, I asked what he thought of them as I had always wanted one. He told me the only. Without hesitation, I unbuckled his pants, and wrapped my hand around his thick cock.He gasped at my forwardness, and suddenly I became aware of what I was doing. I was touching my brother’s cock - my brother’s cock - in the middle of the house. What was I thinking?? What if Mom opened the door to get a coat, or heard a noise?I opened my mouth to apologize, but before I could, I felt my brother’s hand on my wrist, and he started moving my hand for me. As it pumped up and down the hardness of my. As the hours crawled by, I started to lose hope for another day. At 3:00 p.m. there was a knock at my door. Having been bombarded with visits from my assistant, I, naturally, believed it to be her. However, when I entreated the knocker to enter, it was my wife's beautiful face that peeked in. Instantly, my breath came in pants, sweat started to form at my hairline and my trousers tented painfully. She smiled at me and slipped into my office. She was wearing one of those wrap dress things; the. Tab sunaina ghar pe aayi or jhadu lagane lagi or jab main apne kamre mein letkar blue film dekh raha tha tabhi wo mere kamre me aa gayi . Wo mobile me kya chal raha hai ye to nahi dekh payi kyonki wo maine band kar diya tha or main padai ka drama karne laga tha lekin jhadu ke samaye mera khada hua 8 inch ka loda jo pajame mein se dikh raha tha wo tedi nazron se dekhne lagi maine apne aap se kaha ke kahin ye jaan seduce to nahin ho rai…to mera loda or tan gaya or tab tak wo chali gayi fir maine.