“I see you like my art. These are a few of my favorites,” pointing to one on the far wall, “the one over there is an original Picasso. But enoug... about art. It is a pleasure to finally have you here my dear. I hope you will enjoy your time as much as I will.” She sauntered over to me, revealing the most intoxicating perfume i have ever had the chance to smell. i nearly fainted when she got within inches of me, as she began removing my clothes one by one. “You know, you're my first female slave.. First, makeup is applied, next to a wig and breasts. Then he is fully dressed and given instruction as too feminine mannerisms. Lastly, he is given an understanding of how he will be used by a girl and taught how to suck and be fucked by their strap-on cocks. Husband DutiesThe husband can just never get it right! He has been left to tidy up the house, but when she comes home, her disappointment in his lack of effort means he is going to have to pay! She makes him clean her shoes and then beats. She couldn't be falling for him this soon. What if he was just having fun? She needed to guard her heart and she needed to keep her head on her shoulders. Literally and figuratively.Fatima walked tentatively out of the bathroom and stood in front of Irfaan, her gaze on the floor. She looked so innocent, yet so sexy. Irfaan sucked in his breath sharply. His bulge was almost instantaneous as he walked over to her."You look absolutely gorgeous Fatima!"He whispered huskily as he drank in the sight. . “got u - c u in 20 min. I'll txt u outside.” My heart jumped, dropped but, instead of the solid wet thud of its immovable mass hitting reality, it kept falling… and dissipated.I glanced at the photo of Helen on the table: I knew nothing would ever be the same again, I'd want more. I already wanted more.My mind whirred: it was just for sex - I was straight - I loved women - I loved her! It was dangerous, it had only took a couple minutes to arrange - what kind of a guy says yes to meeting me.