The two older women had half full glasses of wine and Icould see plenty of discarded bottles around the room too. All three ofthem laughed when Bethan... pulled me into view, and I had to try myhardest not to cry again at the sheer embarrassment."I can't believe it," Anna said, hand to her mouth. She was slightlyolder than Sara, probably late 30's, but obviously belonged to the samewell-off social group. Her hair was blonde and hung down to hershoulders, and I could see that her face was. If the programme is successfully completed, after a carefulexamination the Master will issue a Certificate of Submission thatattests the woman's virtue and ability to serve a man faithfully. Thiscertificate can be then shown to other prospective Masters, in case awoman wants to be considered as good and reputable and increase herchances of finding a good Master.One day, I went to speak to Our Absolute Commander Najib about my plan.After paying my due respect to Him by keeping my eyes down and. Miss then I come to cock head. Miss it makes me fear because I know that it gives me un-imaginable pain. Miss then I put one nail on left side and Miss as I give nail fist blow with hammer and Miss so much pain that hammer was really going to leave from my hand. Miss that pain I haven’t felt in my previous nailing. Miss to make it whole in give me very bad pain and on other hand my balls was burning due to shocks. Miss I hardly manage to put four nails in my cock. Miss my cock head was really. “I am sorry Nisha. I really misunderstood”, I apologised.“Go away. I am a whore. You shouldn’t talk with a slut”, she cried.I began apologising again and again. I was really sorry.“I am really sorry Nisha. I though it was some guy and I really lost my temper. I thought you had a boyfriend”, I said.“Even if I had why do you care? ” she cried again.“Because I love you god dammit!! And I care about you. I don’t like people starring at you. People calling you a slut. I can’t see some weird asshole.