Com/users/meister-tFetisch und Voyourismus als KunstformMeister - T - Das kleine Tagebuch eines Meisters - 1Dienstag. 05. Dezember 2017 – Nacht vor ...ikolausMittwoch, 06. Dezember 2017 – NikolausLese hier: - https://de.xhamster.com/stories/meister-t-tagebuch-eines-meisters-1-734201Das kleine Tagebuch eines Meisters - 2 - "Diene mit D-Mut" - Donnerstag, 7 Dezember 2017Getragene Hot Pants von Hilla in der "Duft - Konserve"Aus dem Leben eines Meisters - Der Fetisch als moderne Form der Kunst" - mit. I was pretty buzzed by this time having had a couple shots of tequila and a top shelf margarita or two. Maybe it was three or four. Needless to say, I needed help just walking to the car.Maybe this is a good time to tell you what I was wearing that evening. I usually dressed fairly elegant, consisting of silk and lace undergarments, and a tuxedo jacket with a satin collar. This particular evening I was wearing a demi cup black lace bra, black lace thong and a garter belt with black thigh high. Truthfully, with no plan at all.Yet, what proof existed that Leda was in fact a merciless tyrant? Rebecca had met only a handful of Arcadia residents, including Frieda, and Arma. She’d experienced nothing of Arcadian life, and virtually nothing of life within the palace. The only locations she’d visited during her visits were The Hall of The Gate, Leda’s extravagant suite, and the guest accommodation between. The palace grounds were nothing but a blurred remembrance. So it all came down to. We have done this. Fuck!” I wasn’t at all calm. “Slow down Tanya,” he spoke calmly again. “Last night happened. Neither of us expected it, but it happened. We can’t change it.” I realised sitting up in bed my breasts were fully exposed and tried to pull the sheet over myself but it was too firmly tucked in to the foot of the bed, so I put my hands across myself before lying down and covering myself. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I said aloud three times and quickly looked at the clock radio and saw it.