Mmmmm… he spelled like sex… hot, wild, uncontrollable sex. Or maybe that was just my own wild imagination hoping! I slowly turned my head to look ...nto his eyes as I brought my hand up to accept the flower, ‘Thank you’ I whispered back, bringing it up to my lips to rub against them, ‘it’s very beautiful’. His eyes sparkled down at me and a soft smile graced his lips. ‘Mmmmm… definitely sexier in person’, I thought to myself. ‘Let’s get your luggage,’ he said while he brushed his hand against my. .. I realized I was checking out her ass. Suddenly I was overcome with lust. I wanted her. I coveted her. I realized I was married to you and possessing Margie was out of the question. And that would have been that, except that apparently Vince formed the same ideas about you that same day." What!" He told me ... this was weeks later, mind you, he said you apparently let him look down your top. Let him have a good long look before covering up."Tessa suddenly recalled the incident he was. ..like it was stated above: It's every twisted man's (and sometimes women's) fantasy come true.In the basement is the training facility, where the girls are shown what is to be expected of them and how they shall act. Their souls are broken and then they are rebuilt to be the perfect slave girl for every man or woman that may want them. Submissive and allowing anyone that pays for them to do whatever they want. There are several 'toys' and 'furniture' to help with this process from racks to. The way it should be.Our pubic hairs meshed. This is what being a woman is all about. I ammade for him. As a man, he has been designed to penetrate somebody likeme. Somebody with a vagina.He opened his eyes, and said, "Good morning, Baby."I put a finger across his lips, but I gave him one of my special looks.Sort of, slight turn of the head, slightly hooded eyes, slight smile.My hungry look. My "lie back and enjoy" look. It works every time.My little twist to get comfortable brings forth.