. live a little myself, of course. To be frank, I wanted to get laid. I wanted to drink. I wanted to do a few of those things that are absolutely not ...ool with the authorities back in Iran. So, I agreed, and basically looked the other way, but my uncle still felt stifled, spied upon, restricted, and such. So, the moment that the Fireball hit New York City, killing my parents, he took charge and made my life far more ... difficult and restrictive in just enough ways that I was eager to escape.“I. He dreamt about sliding his cock between those pink lips and kissing and sucking on those big breasts. He started to cum spraying his seed all over his mother, most of it landed on her breasts and stomach but some was on her face and some even dribbled down between her legs. Jim zipped himself back up and thought it was best to clean his mother off before she woke up naked with cum over her. He turned the shower on and made sure the water was warmer before cleaning her off. She opened one cum. Humiliation ... and excess ... as a kind of antidote. Like a chemical balance in my life. And once I tried it - after all, I suggested Sarah tie me up first. It wasn't her idea at all - I knew that stuff was for me ... Sarah unlocked it, and I think ... I think Margaret defined me sexually. She taught me how to really focus and take pleasure from the right sort of pain."I cried a little as I remembered the good times with my Mistress, and how the delicious agonies I suffered at her hands had. You may call me Diana; everyone else does. Has my husband given you a name yet?" I-I'm Samantha, Your Majesty," and absurdly she tried to curtsey, naked."I said, call me Diana. Did my husband name you Samantha?" No ... Diana, my mother did that." He may well change your name. He does that. My daughter Susan he changed to Alima. Let's get you some clothes."Samantha realised that all of the other women there were wearing thigh length silk gowns which opened down the front and were held in place.