"I am only your temporary Master, so while you are here, you will call me only 'Sir', as you have been doing. While you are under my care, you will re...pond to me in all other respects as if I WERE your Master. I am not a cruel Master. I will not punish you solely for my pleasure. You will find that I am much more demanding than many, in most respects, and when you displease me, you will find that my punishments WILL NOT give you pleasure. If you have any questions for me, this is your only. It was!Pugs Jones: :) Soo. . .is that a go babygirl?Teaganella: Yeah! My parents are sleeping! I'm the only one up now! Where are you??Pugs Jones: I'm close babygirl. :) So your bedroom is on the second floor right?Teaganella: Ummm. . .yeah. . .why?Pugs Jones: Can you do me a big favor Teagan? Teaganella: kkPugs Jones: Can you open your window and screen and put your light on so I know its your window? Also where does your window face? The street or backyard or something?Teaganella: Ummm. . .. Kuch der bad maine uski tshirt ke uper se hi doodh pina suru kiya or dusre hath se t shirt utha di or bra ke uper se use masala or masalte maslate uski t shirt utar ke bra ke uper se inmo nichoda or lip kiss ki. Phir maine uski jaean ko uttar ke use bra penti main kiya or bed pe le gya or uski bra ko uttar ke unka ras pan karna suru hiya or ek hath uski chut pe pherna chalu kiya wo machalne lagi or maine use nanga lar diya. Phir maine use apna lund chusne ko kah par wo nahi mani poar mere. You don't write about landscapes, flowers or whatever these days. Some poets write about urban squalor and drugs and stuff. Like rappers only without the twelve inch discs. Some of us write about sex." Sex?" Albert wondered, carefully steering his jeep to avoid the carcass of a dog sprawled out across the road. "How can you find anything to write about that?" Well, it's not as easy as you'd think," Hannah remarked. This, of course, was contrary to Albert's own opinions. Surely sex was something.