You start to look at what is being prepared for dinner and I give you a playful slap on your butt and tell you with a laugh that it is still a surpris.... You quickly smile back at me and say, but master, how can I be your perfect slave if you do not let me cook for you as your face moves close to mine and your lips make a playful pout. I move my hand behind your head and gently pull you to me and as I kiss you and your mouth opens I quickly take your bottom lip between my teeth and bite it just. The only problem was Sharon. No way did I want Sharon exposed to Bucky and his brood. It would be like placing a lamb among wolves. Therefor, I went to great lengths to keep her away. After our engagement, though, Sharon wanted to get to know her new family. She became adamant, even after I told her what they were like. I reluctantly consented, and managed to bring her by when I knew Bucky was working or hunting. I kept him from seeing her for two months. It wasn't long before I got pressure. Lauren looked at them and said, "You should call housekeeping and ask for more towels, we will need them. When I squirt, I really, really squirt a lot!". I told Lauren to take off her clothes and lay down on the bed with her head at the edge of the bed. Being the submissive she told me she liked to be, she did exactly as I asked. I sat in the chair and watched her undress, stunned by the size of her breasts and the fullness as they swayed when she moved. She pulled back the linens on the bed,. She closed her eyes and imagined that the fullness in her ass was her master’s cock. ‘Please, sir. I’m a good slave!’ She rolled onto her side, pulled at her bonds, squeezed her legs together and whimpered. This continued for almost an hour, but it only led to more and more frustration. When Christie could smell her own scent, she sat up and tried to shake off her arousal. Then she wandered over to the mirror. When confronted with a mirror the natural inclination for most people is to.