? In fact, this story isn't even an accurate depiction of the nominal "master/slave" relationships that exist within the BDSM subculture.? It is pure ...iction; no more and no less.I am forced to write this story under a pseudonym because, for some reason I simply cannot fathom, large, politically powerful segments of society seem to strongly disapprove of both the writing and the reading of this type of erotic literature.? Part of this stems from a belief that depicting sexual abuse in fiction. She was wearing short cutoff jean shorts, a baggy low V cut T-shirt and turquois cowboy boots. She had two long chain, gold necklaces and a slew of bracelets both wrists. Her skin was tan and blemish free. You could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra but she did not seem to care. She carried herself with confidence and I could not blame her. She was gorgeous. She had a slender frame, with long, beautiful legs and larger than average breasts. I found myself wishing I was her. Just then,. I was ponding her pussy like none other. The sounds she was making were real turn ons. Her loud moans muffled by her biting her lip. She was a sight to behold. My little porn star. She wrapped her legs around me, pushing me further in her. I kept up my fast and hard pace, aiming to please my girl. She returned my efforts with wonderful moans and whimpers. Her breathing became labored, short and quick. I knew I had her close. It didn't take much, only a few strokes in and out of her. Her body. I was taken aback when a gorgeous redhead answered the door. She asked me to come in and offered me a glass of water and we sat down in the livingroom. A toddler was playing on the floor and he was a real little cutie. The lady introduced herself as Babs and that she and her husband were looking for a live-in housekeeper and babysitter. They would provide room, board and a salary that was more than I expected. She introduced me to Liam, the toddler and he took right to me. Then Babs gave me a.