It isn’t cocky, it isn’t overconfident. It doesn’t preclude me from a sense humour nor does it define who I am outside of the bedroom. It is mer...ly the reflection of my sexuality, a sexuality that I’ve chosen to grasp and own. I make no apologies for it and don’t care for a second whether or not you approve. Because I already know you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this and you wouldn’t be hanging onto my every word.Remember, it is not in the lighting, how you swivel your hips, how you. The kids were going to their grandparents for the weekend, allowing them to take as much time as they wanted without the worry of getting home early.She was first to shower while he finished his workout. As she washed her hair, she began thinking about the past few weeks and what had led up to them finally getting a night out. She recalled the passion that had been rediscovered between the two and the unbelievable sex that followed. She thought back to the week they agreed to abstain while. . . "Starr is unable to finish because something is shoved in her mouth. "I told you NOT to speak without permission. As your punishment you will stand here all chained up with a rubber cock in your mouth for anyone who passes by to see."With tears welling up in her eyes, Starr tries to hold them back. "Oh, I see we have a cry-baby on our hands, huh? Well suck it up, little slut. You'd better have a dry face by the time the Master sees you or you will have hell to pay." With That Starr hears. .." he mumbled."Ah already did," Velma replied, "it's almos' eight."Ed came fully alert; his internal clock agreed that it was AT LEAST well beyond any six-thirty. "Jeez, why didya do that?" Y'all needed it," Velma replied breezily. "Dere's coffee on da table -- I gotta get back..." She swept out.Grumbling, Ed climbed into his clothes and set out for his room and a quick shower, slurping his coffee. Twenty minutes later, he made it to the kitchen, drawing another cup of coffee and plopping down.