Every woman in the entire world has this fantasy:Of being ravished and taken by a warrior of passion,Who will not take, “No” for answer whatsoever...To be pinned up against the wall, hair being pulled,And forcefully penetrated until she is breath taken;Spraying and squirting orgasms everlasting.I am the Spiritual Poetess, The Queen of Seduction, The Chosen One.Ladies. We see it on cable. We witness it on the Internet.We want it! We need it! We just got to have it!We know that it will be us one. Every day I would stop at home; while my parents were at work, and jack off.but not like most boys. most boys would blow their load, wipe it up and be done. That was fine at first but I wanted to be as perverted as I could with my hour of total privacy. See back then, growing up in a small town before internet, I was sure that nobody masturbated as much as me and I would do it as much as possible just to be sure but I wanted go further so one day I took one of my moms tampons and inserted it in. Maggie entered the room, with a towel raised in her hands, to dry her hair. She was enveloped in an oversize terry bathrobe, provided by the hotel. Her raised arms had separated the robe in front, and Mike made no effort to hide his appraisal of her body. He took in all her charms, from the bronze bush at the bottom of her belly, to the rosy tips of her breasts. As she moved the towel, her eyes fell on him, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared."Are you still here?"She then slowly pulled. Still, James had his bonuses; he always had an insatiable appetite for sex and all things to do with it. Looking after this seven year old boy would also have its advantages; he could coax the boy into doing things, as he had already proven when he had convinced the boy to remove his underwear, he guessed that was what the master wanted when he had assigned James to Jessie.James worked quietly around the sleeping child, doing his best to lay out new clothes for the boy without waking him..