You can no more cease to command than I can cease to obey. We are what we are. I am your slave. You are my master. It's not just what I want. It's wha... I need. I just hope that it never ends. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or whatever, but I love you because you took control of me without hesitation. From that moment onward, I became your slave and I've never wanted to be free again."So, when am I getting your tattoo? I want to wear your collar, too, if that's possible. I want to wear it in public,. ) Or, maybe he'll make me watch while he fucks some girl. MAYBE he'll make me find the girl for him or us! Wouldn't THAT be great?Later... The other night after screwing every which way for hours, he had me get on the Internet and talk with guys who are even hornier than I am. Didn't that turn me on! There I was, typing with one hand and fingering myself with the other while Bob slowly pulled on my nipples and stroked himself back into major league form. Afterward, I blew him!Or like that one. Please spank me, SirNow, that's a good girl! You are as intelligent as willing and pretty, I can by your blushing faceGood gracious, a perfect promise sweet sexy second secretary you seem to be, my Brasilian big beauty!Bare bottom sexy spanking is the final phase of foreplay for creamy cunning coming between best friendsYou will be demonstrated the art of sweet spanking in practise while I will explain the basic foxy factsMy dears, by warming a bare butt by spanking, automatically arousal. But the lights didn’t go out and I could see her shadow, so I knew she was still in her room somewhere. Hope springs eternal, so I stayed at the window and I waited. Mrs. Fergusson returned to the chair in a short eternity carrying a bottle of what looked like baby oil. She repositioned herself back in the chair and poured the oil onto the palm of her hand. After rubbing bother her hands together, she began rubbing the oil onto her thighs and ass. She poured some more oil.