. ." she begged."You're my slave, aren't you?" Please . . ." SAY IT." I . . . I am your slave." That's right. Everything you have belongs to me now, y...ur tits, your pussy, your mouth . . . everything."Lazily, he traced the shimmering blade around her jutting breasts, down her belly and around her thighs. Shana moaned softly. Her wet flesh pimpled in its wake and her nipples grew hard with arousal. When he inserted the knife blade between her thighs, she began to squirm."Don't move," he ordered,. We just call him General as an exaggeration, a standard 'Teen talk' tactic for sharing sexy secrets, like "How often did you hit fourth base?"Marina moves with him & her mom to the US, where he is appointed as First Military Secretary at the Netherlands Embassy - after being screened by both the CIA NATO Security top-dogs. As well as she is. Back then still a secret to Marina, not her mom.==================================================================MARINA BREWER'S SECRET SERVICES, SOME. Within the privacy of my room i would fantasize, finding myself drenching the sheets and my fingers, as they smoothly carressed my aching desire filled clitoris. For imeasurable amounts of time I would stay locked away from the world, living in my head, where I could feel my fingertips carressing his chest, quiver at the imaginary touch of his lips to mine, his hands reaching and touching me. My body quaked under these fantasies, trembled, became hot, and would come into a place of ecstasy.. They stopped when I entered the living room. Julie turned on the seat, straightening her skirt, folding her hands in her lap primly. I sat in my easy chair. No one spoke as we watched each other. I could feel their tension. They could probably see mine as my ever independent cock was standing at attention.You know I had been programmed by Uncle Bert to control my cock and its eruptions. With much delightful experimentation, I discovered the most fun was to let him (my cock) do as he wanted, as.