It has been awhile since I had a good steak. I go to the broiler and turn the steak to the other side. Back to Red Shoe… the man in now sitting in a...chair and our lovely hooker is astride him riding him, hips undulating up and down, up and down. The man licks her chest, between her breasts before finally settling on the nipple of her left breast. As he sucks, she throws her head back and rides him harder. About this time, the man looks up and sees the photojournalist snapping away at the. ”“Thank you, Master,” Carol replied with a smile, “That makes us little old property pieces very happy.”“Yeah,” Liz chimed in. “Funny how you can’t abuse us, neglect us, or breed us, but you can kill us in any manner you want.”“Now, girls, David is not like that,” Margaret spoke up. “If he was, none of you would be wearing those collars.”“For which we are eternally grateful,” Carol broke in “But you do realize that we are on borrowed time?”“We are all on borrowed time,” Margaret piped in. “But. Just pound me, you bastard!”It was shocking in an almost unbelievable way. Had they not been through health class, Nathan would have beaten down the door to save his mother. But, health class, while it had not approached covering this kind of sex, had expanded their consciousness about sex, at least a little, and they, themselves, had done things that would have been unthinkable just a short time earlier. That other unthinkable things might be done voluntarily ... intentionally even ... was no. I went there with my bike and she was in a blue sari and matching blouse. She sat behind my bike and headed for my home. During our ride her beautiful breast touched my back and I thought it was a mistake and felt nothing.She started press her boobs and now I understood she is doing it deliberately. My penis started to erect and I want relive my self. As soon as we reached home I went into my room and masturbated. Now I was okay.After around 15 minutes she came to my room and saw my new nokia.