After my parents went to bed, we would walk around the house and even go outside in the buff. It felt free and naughty; I loved it. I also loved the f...el of naked flesh. I would run my hands over the bodies of my friends. I would lie on top of them and rub our bodies together. We were pre-pubescent and it was a strange erotic thrill to feel flesh on flesh. Because we would sometimes see their older siblings with their boyfriends making out, I started to pretend we were a boy-girl couple. I. One thing that was bothering me was that my ability to speak was not coming back the way everyone had predicted. Oh, I had no problem communicating with my three women, but I could not do things like talk on the telephone or talk to strangers. The more I thought about it, the more it worried me. Was it a permanent affliction, or was it really temporary? Well, nothing could be done about it for now, but I wanted a competent specialist to look into my problem once I could get around. “Hopefully I did the job!” the sweaty stud replies, his well-developed chest still heaving. “Don’t worry, baby! I KNOW it’s going to happen this month! I’m getting all these vibes! Either you or Aaron is going to get the job done! Just keep giving me this!” she says, giving the stud’s sweaty, now well drained balls an affectionate squeeze. “And keep eating those bananas!” she adds with a giggle…Tuesday, August 2. “Yeah, you can count on me…I couldn’t just leave you dudes hanging like that…”. Santa had brought them all Barbies and blue sparkly bikes, and on boxing day, a tall man had stolen them. They had described him to the police as a giant. Master had made a real effort, even without that knowledge, and their apartment smelt of cinnamon and pine needles with mistletoe hanging from every corner. Master had bought and wrapped all their presents himself, using his best fountain pen to write their names on the cards. His presents were labelled "To master, with love from your Kitty.