My little slut became a full-blown whore in there and her pussy has been dripping with thoughts of me taking her to the theater once more.But she shou...d know that Masters don't give into whims, in fact, we prefer to be creative. Which leads me to our casino getaway. My wife and I often go to the casinos near where we live -- I enjoy the gambling, she enjoys the free hotel room and all the toys I bring along.But this weekend, she was in for a surprise...We both packed light -- most of the room. At least for now. ***** Angela cried into John’s shoulder, lost in eddies of doubt, confusion, fatigue and a raft of other emotions she could not identify. After what seemed like an exceptionally long time, Angela returned to herself. For reasons she could not fathom she turned her lips to her abductor every time his face neared hers. She felt more naked than she ever had before as John gently yet deliberately led her to the large and very comfortable looking bed. Like an observer from Mars,. I needed to be treated like this, to bemade to prove my devotion, to show Daddy that I would do anything forhim, for his love in return. Just to be accepted with all my perverteddesires, to be understood and be his focus, the same way that hispleasure was my focus. As hard as it is to admit, I think this was themoment for me that I started breaking, my masculinity being trampledaway and trisha taking over, and trisha was able to do something that Inever could as a man...fall in love.Of course. The disrobing had been easy. The next stage of actually embracing her naked body against his was much more fraught. Would she suddenly vanish as his hands made contact on a bosom still firm and pert? Would she suddenly mutate, as had happened before, into someone wholly different from the one he’d accompanied through the Docklands streets: his arm around her waist and his nose nuzzling her long brown hair? Contact was made. And the docking was smooth. Their mouths grappled together with a.