Muller.”“Bobby Joe come back here and let me show you the other prints I have developed and Momma can show the rest of these to Mr. Muller.”“M... goodness, Mr. Muller the next one up is one of me and my fat backside I am so embarrassed,” Margaret felt strange as she looked at the picture of her buttocks showing her fat pussy lips.“You are a very pretty woman, Ms. Margaret and I am very happy just to sit here and see your naked photographs.”“Thank you, Mr. Muller I do feel good when I let Bobby. It was them beating you up and degrading you. Not much different than what they did to me except they used their cocks instead of their fists." That's a good way of thinking about it," she said snuggling into me, "that way it has nothing whatsoever to do with what we share."She tilted her head up and kissed my neck. "And if you ever see that nurse again, tell her I said to thank her for being a good teacher."She then started sucking and kissing my neck, slowly working her way down to my. ”Your mom and I took Debra home and of course she had to stay and talk”. Joan agreed “she always states too long “then kissed me holding her body tight against me. I felt different holding her this time as I sensed she felt the same way. I happened to notice a couple of red spots on her neck and wondered if I gave them to her last night, when she kissed me that thought left my mind. Her kisses were the same as always and her eyes sparkled the way she looked at me . Her laughs and giggle’s. ‘Louder, I didn’t hear you.’ ‘Master, I can’t! I’m still at work, Sir!’ she protested in a whisper. ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘Oh!’ I hung up. It was an hour and a half before I called her the next time. I wanted her to think about what she had done. I wanted her to think she was in trouble. I, on the other hand, was enjoying this game immensely. ‘Hello, My slut.’ ‘Oh, Master. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think before and just…’ I interrupted her. ‘If I ask you to do something, I expect it to be done..