." he snickers."Well I was just going to rob the place but it looks like I get to havesome fun as well," he chuckled.Leaving me to contemplate my fate...he headed upstairs. To my horror Irealized all my girly things were on display on the bed, as was my boxof bondage gear and sex toys! I also realized the computer was on andlogged into my Fetlife profile! I heard his gasp of surprise and knew hehad found my sissy things, I blushed at the thought of what he wasfinding out about me. It was quiet. HI!! She looked up, Reached up, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Hello there, handsome man!She told me, as we started to talk, about her boyfriend wanting to get a vasectomy, and this pissed her off since she was of baby making age. Not that I really needed to know, but she was wanting an excuse to spread those thighs.I want to have fun,,and I love sex, especially if he can give me an orgasm. But he always wants me to go down on him. Then he fingers me…I want something BIGGER than a finger.We. The prospective slave buyer had failed to return a call. Elana seethed with anger, taking into account the risk involved in a mission of this magnitude.Mary Beth was a marketable quality. The prospective buyer was a wealthy lesbian American expatriate living in Mexico. Elana was becoming concerned that the buyer was reneging on the deal, leaving her in a precarious situation. Finding and transferring a slave to a foreign buyer was difficult enough, but selling her into American slavery was. “You did well. Are you okay?” he asked. “Uh-huh,” she managed to get out with now short gasping breaths. He took the large tubular pillow off the pad and placed a small pillow into the depression where her face had been. “When you’re ready,” he said stroking her thigh, “put your head on that pillow and lay flat on your back.” It took her a few moments to regain control but at last, she was able to get on her back and lay flat. As she moved, she looked at his crotch. She was hearten to see that.