She had an elegance and poise in the way she dressed and the way she carried herself. The moment they saw each other, they hugged tight and she was in...tears. After a few moments, he introduced me to her “Baby – this is Aditya, the one who made it possible”.She extended her right arm and we shook hands – it was a firm handshake. “Welcome to your new home” I said. “I don’t know how to thank you”, she responded with tears down her cheeks. In an effort to lighten the situation, I quipped, “Whip up. Jorgenson’s face next to mine. I started to speak only to have Mrs. Jorgenson’s tongue plunge into my mouth.Although totally taken off guard, I began to respond to the deep kiss. I could feel my pussy tingling.Breaking the kiss, Mrs. Jorgenson said, “Damn Caroline, you kiss as good as your mother.”I had long suspected that my mom and Mrs. Jorgenson were lovers. At school, the girls would laugh and giggle at the prospects of their mom’s involvement in les and bisexual activities.Returning to the. A young man in a red jacket ran up to open the passenger door. When Amy stepped out his mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged as he looked at her. He came around to me and handed me a ticket."Have wonderful dining experience, Sir!" He said as I turned and took Amy by the arm.I opened the door to the restaurant and let Amy go ahead of me. A young blonde woman wearing an elegant dress looked up and had to stifle a gasp as she saw Amy."Good evening. Do you have reservation?" She asked as she. Rather than abuse it, use it up and destroy it He knows how to build on it, push it, stretch it and polish it until it is exactly to his liking. If He wishes to treat me like a slave He will and I often fantasize about a time when I will be able to live as his 24/7 slave for days at a time. If He wishes to abuse my body He will and I love to endure the pain that turns him on and to see and feel the marks he leaves me. I know that He will never abuse the gift of my submission. I don't have a.