God-damn I love pretty pastel lingerie stuff. I don’t mind being told by strangers that they would like to fuck me in various ways; heck.. I actuall... take it as a pretty crazy compliment.. but don’t be surprised if such messages don’t get a response from me. I mainly respond to friendly, honest sounding people who are imaginative and still are down to earth enough to hold a regular conversation. I -am- in a ridiculously long-term relationship; said girl is ok with me acting like a flirt on. He is reasonably good looking and good to me so I cannot complain. He has taught me much about sex and I like that too.I get birth control from the government clinic because we cannot start a family right now. My husband is finishing his engineering degree and I must work to help pay expenses since his family has limited resources.The only steady work I could obtain is in housekeeping at a midprice hotel frequented mostly by businessmen. While they do not leave messes to make my work difficult,. So you will watch me hurt her and not intervene. She will scream, cry and beg. And you will take it. Understood?" ... ... ... Yes master." I didn't like this at all. Ashley was a sweet little girl, not some drawing board for Mikes cruelties. But she agreed to this, so she knew what she was doing... right?"If I catch you comforting her in any way, including verbal, you are in for one hell of a punishment. It will make the baton on the first night look like a walk in the park." understood." Good.. ..” "So... what?" I said, almost a whisper. "You’re so... feminine." "I've said too much... I think I've made you uncomfortable." He said. I squeezed his arm, "No. Thank you... that was very nice. I don't often hear things like that.” "Well, standing here flirting with my attractively feminine neighbor isn't getting things done. I guess I can't avoid it indefinitely." He touched me. "But... if you need help with anything, you know, anything at all, call out." He was slow to move away..