Her mascara had long since run down her cheeks, some of which had made it to the back of her hands from wiping her face, so at least the tears weren�...t black…but they were real. She felt the shaft in her butt, and the damn thing hurt even more as some more of it slid in. It really was bigger toward the back, so she concentrated on taking it, as opposed to fighting it. He had his hand painfully squeezing one nipple as he was sliding in and out of her now, and so she tried to not cry too hard, to. We fell in love. Your messy blonde hair, blue-green eyes, perfect face. And you rose to the challenge when I told you my dreams of being dominated. And with that, I became your slut and you became my Master. And we couldnt be happier. Let me just say a little about me, my name is Aimee. Im 57, brunette hair that goes just past my shoulders, blue eyes and Im a little bigger than most girls but according to you, Im beautiful. But now, here I am in London. You promised you would come to the hotel. A tight revealing corset choked her double E's while black lace thongs kissed her amazing 'innocence'; a black suspender belt; stockings and a whip complete her look. "I'm ready." The pitch of her voice made me aware of how confident she actually was, so I got to work showing her what moves to do and not to do and she was definitely pleased with the results. "I've never looked so good, not sounding vain but I look hot. Even I would do me." A whisper escaped under my breath as I said so. For the second time in two days, she had been run over but this time by a Policeman!She closed her eyes, waiting for the handcuffs to be locked onto her backs when a junior officer scrambled out of the car. "You fuckin' tit, you've run 'er over." Well I didn't see her there," came the response from the young man. "There is a zebra crossing over there. I didn't expect her to be in the road." You've always got to expect the unexpected," he was patronisingly told.Emma slowly got to her feet, and.