. as a captive princess. Your captive princess, that is. My captivity began last night, when I met you and fell in love at first shot. I really am you... Persian slut, you know. The happy slut wife of my wonderful Jewish stud. You own me, lock, stock, and barrel, honey. I am your love slave for life!” Shiraz swore to me as she put her arms around me and gave me a sensual kiss that the tattoo artists couldn’t have missed.“Yeah, I can see that going into porn is definitely the life for us!” I. Remember when we visited the old prison at North Point and the silent truths that could be read there in the writing on the walls of that silent tomb? Those we were able to read because it would one day help as things came down to the wire, and I ask you to fall back on those too. Asking in the confessional for the Father to bless me for I have sinned, and I know we all start to live with memories. I don’t know if any Hail Mary’s will rescue or save me, I don’t know where to begin and I know I. Until Titan. Titan, in many ways, was like his sire, an extremely handsome dog, large, muscular, intelligent, confident, and loyal, and perhaps most importantly, there with me when I most needed him. I suppose it started innocently enough. My two-year-old German Shepard, Titan, would typically come into my office, rest his head on my knee, and patiently wait for me to rub behind his ears or scratch under his throat. As Titan stood quietly between my knees, waiting for his customary attention, I. Eventually he pulled away slightly, his cock slipping from her cunt. She reached for him, kissing him.“Mmmmmmm, that was good,” she said.“Anything to keep the customer happy,” he smiled.“Bastard,” she replied with a smile of her own. “I bet you get plenty of frustrated housewives in your job.”“I’ve not been doing it long,” he replied, doing up his trousers, noticing that she made no effort to cover her exposed tits and cunt. “You’re my first, l take it your husband doesn’t fuck you like that.