For Saleby GretaDearest Domme Mistress Stacey Lynne,it is an honor for me to offer YOU my wife of 15 years. i don?t andnever have really deserved her....She is way above me, mentally andintellectually as well as being a kind and loving person. It was andstill is always a mistery to me why she chose me to be her companionfor life.If she would be reading this she probably would just shake her head andthrow me out. Not believing what she is reading. i do believe sheadores me but like i said i don?t. Maybe him being in touch with his feminine side, even if he’s as straight as you are.”“He seems all man to me,” said Tilda, lifting her pelvis and giving my dwindling penis a little squeeze.“Compared to who?” Shira asked.“True,” Tilda admitted.“Men are called dickheads for a reason.”“So you...”“I’m a lesbian with a fetish for Joe’s cock. My sister wives, being angels are by nature bisexual. Lindy never really realized her interest in pussy until she found herself crushing on Betty. Now she and. You’re not a servant to me anymore.” “But I am,” Silmaria replied, and she smiled softly up at him. “Understand, my Master Rael. I am a servant. I have been for almost all of my life. I loved your father. Very much. And he loved me. But even as I loved him, and he me, I continued to serve him. Not because he required me to, but because I wanted to. Because I needed to. For me, part of loving a person is serving them. Whether it be serving them in the mundane duties of a servant tending a house. Cindy suddenly grabbed his hand and said something that Bill thought was the most inaccurate statement about pussy he had ever heard. For Bill, pussy was the holy grail of boyhood sexuality - the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - the ultimate quest every virgin male teen dreamed of. She was preparing him for what she thought was going to be an unpleasant experience as though her moist pussy represented some disgusting, unappealing part of her anatomy.Bill was initially perplexed by her.