Why didn’t you ask me?? I said.?Would you have given me you’re consent?? she asked.?No that’s not what I mean. Why didn’t you ask me to have ...ou as my slave?? I tried again.?Oh God, if it were only that simple. I would love to say I wanted to be your slave. In fact I really would like to be your slave, but that’s not what I need. If I were your slave I would obey you because I love you. But I need to feel I’m being forced. The less I like my masters the bigger the turn on when I have to. "Right this way - I have one of thebest beauticians working today. She will make her look fabulous!"The both walked Danni over to the makeup counter and had the beauticiango to work on her. Danni sat on a stool the whole time feeling the warmstinging sensation in her butt from the belting. Sarah and the salesladyhad gone off to pack up all of her clothes and left her all alone withthe beautician who was a very pretty girl about the same age as Danni.Danni felt utterly humiliated and. She started stroking me I closed my eyes n she kissed me n started sucking my lips then she broke the kiss n I open my eyes she still shaking my cock n bend forward slid back side n her lips touch my cock that time current flow’s in my body n my cock is like vibrating.Then she seen in my eyes I again closed my eyes waiting for new experience.1st she kiss the head of my cock then again a kiss.Then took my forehead of cock i feel her tongue on my cock. I think she tasting the pre-cum of me slowly. He had left my mother's bed when I was 14 and moved into what we called the caba-a. It was their office at the time. Now it was a three-room suit with large bedroom, a full kitchen, a gigantic bathroom and a sitting room. A perfect place for a teenager who craved a little privacy.I entered the main house through the open French doors. The house was patterned after an Italian villa, with tile floors, high ceilings, tile roof, and about 5000 square feet. As I walked in I spotted my mother across.