Should I go along with his fantasy or should I not?That evening, we talked about it for a long time. We also looked on the internet to see if we could...go somewhere where a lot of black men would be. We found a club where they play hip-hop, R&B. reggaeton and other exotic music. We talked about me dancing with them, maybe even kissing on the dance floor. We also came up with a sign to stop it if any of us felt bad about it. We would make our hands in a 'T'-sign as like in 'time-out'.We decided. In fact, her love of submission was the motivating factor in her desire to work in the porn industry. But writing porn is only her secondary goal in life, her primary one is to find a master or mistress for herself. Since getting into BDSM she had always wanted a master more than anything. She would do anything for a master. She had tried to get one of her bosses to notice her at work hoping one will claim her. She always went to work in a short skirt, thong, shirt with enough buttons undone to. Yes, she was a slut just like me and that is one reason we hit it off immediately. “Well, are you pouring me a drink or not?” She asked sarcastically in her very feminine and sexy voice. She loves cosmos too, so we are a pair to behold when we are out. Anyway, I won’t bore you with our conversations and catching up as we got ready together. Let me tell you about the evening ahead, tonight was girls’ night out at a bar inside a hotel a few miles away. This has been a meeting place on Tuesday. Some of the other women had hurt her, but Mrs Patterson's strength and fury were a revelation both to the by now silent onlookers and to the suffering Julia. Everybody expected the poor girl, whose incredible and defiant bravery had captured their absolute and unstinting admiration by this time, to faint away at any moment. Finally the ordeal was over. Mrs Patterson laid down the strop, breathing heavily after her exertion, into which she had thrown her all."How did you loike that you dirty,.