?Your slave Master? I replied knowing it to be true?What do you need?? He pushed?To be controlled Master? the tears broke free and trickled down my c...eeks. His eyes took on a new intensity as he asked the final question.?What do you want?? What did I want? Did I want to be untied; did I want to cum, want him to fuck me? I wanted all those things but I knew that was neither what he meant nor what I wanted most of all.?To please you Master, for you to use your brat as you want she will do. All of them wish they could have what we have. They just aren’t willing to put in the work.You see, each and every night, an hour before bedtime, my baby and I retire to the bathroom to begin our ritual. He runs the water and gets it just right, scented with oils and the perfect temperature while I slowly, sensually, seductively undress for him. I treat each article of clothing as a key to his arousal, and with every article I remove, he becomes more and more turned on but still focused on. . Electra to the stage." Electra was Drea's stage name. I tried to hide that I was looking at Steve... he seemed to really enjoy this tall, slender gorgeous woman in stripper shoes, a red furry baby doll and a thong as she strutted to stage. But wait, she didn't go to the stage right away. She sat right on his lap and said: "Hey baby, you going to come watch my stage show?"Steves eyes met hers, instead of her tits and her ass, and his mouth hit the floor. He couldn't do anything but nod. She. In a train from London to Manchester, a tourist was berating the Englishman sitting across from him in the compartment. “The trouble with you English is that you are too stuffy. You set yourselves apart too much. You think your stiff upper lip makes you above the rest of us. Look at me ... I’m me! I have a little Italian in me, a bit of Greek blood, a little Irish and some Spanish blood. What do you say to that?” The Englishman lowered his newspaper, looks over his glasses and replied “How very.