She will wait until he gets home and takes care of her himself. But tonight it will be different. Not so much different than their usual kinds of play... but how it will all come about.She decides that although he is her master and she his slave, in their own special way, she will design how the day will lead up to and into the night she wants to give him. Her master… A loose translation if you will in so much that very often he is control of the bedroom and what they do. That he is the dominate. I hoped Trevor's Jets would beat the Steelers. They did, handily. The Saints fought hard but the 49ers disposed of them Saturday night. Eric Peter's Ravens took care of the Texans without too much bother on Sunday afternoon.I got a text from Coach Ruhle Sunday evening as I was watching the Eagles lose to the Vikings, announcing a staff meeting for 8:30 AM Monday morning. I suspected I knew the primary topic of the meeting – who would be the next head coach. The Philly papers were filled with. She was still standing . she was wearing a nighty brown in colour. Tight fitting showing all the curves. She smiled at him and lifted her nighty exposing her fair voluptuous thighs. Then she slowly lifted more. uncle’s mouth was wide open. Wow what a view it was. she wasn’t wearing anything inside the pussy covered with little bit of hair. Ramesh sniffed her bush and said “ good I don’t like shaven. Thanks” he then went down on his knees. She is still standing lifting her nighty. Both looking. He looked at Sally then, so I grabbed a knife off the ground and threw it at him. I didn’t expect to hit him but got lucky. He took it in the throat and dropped. I spat on the ground to see if there was any blood. Luckily there wasn’t. By the pain, I suspected two or three broken ribs but no punctured lung. I remember saying, ‘Idiots.’ Things went black for a bit after that. Pain does that to you sometimes when you have a hard time breathing. I woke up to Sally turning me over, so I figured I.