His clothing, although well-worn, was also always clean.Quarters lived up the road from me in a small flat that he rented from a cousin, and which was...located in their back yard. For a small fee, he also received a daily evening meal. He was a handyman by trade and barely eked out an existence doing odd jobs, whenever he could find work.Our ‘friendship’ developed when he passed by my home most days, when he wasn’t working, to buy provisions needed from the small cafe around the corner. I mostly. Whether I’m standing facing the wall or kneeling in place, the idea is that I can’t move. If I’m lucky I get to kneel on a rug, if I’ve been particularly naughty, he might spread a little uncooked rice out on the wooden floor and tell me to kneel on it. Ouch!Body WritingJust as whipping a pain slut is an exercise in futility, so too is degrading a humiliation slut. Nevertheless, for some odd reason my lovely boyfriend and Master still seems to think that writing degrading things on my body. ” I nodded my head and suddenly it struck me that I fucked her without a condom. I did not know how to ask but still with a lot of hesitation asked her “Ahh.. Actually I did not plan this tonight and did not bring any condoms. Do you have contraceptive pills with you?” She starred at me and asked “Why? What difference is it going to make?” I said “We neither used condom nor you are taking birth control pills. What if you get pregnant tomorrow?” I got a bit roughed up and said “Look. I have. I bet your little cunt is all wet right now. I bet you're so fucking hot right now that your little panties are soaking wet. I want you to take them off and show them to me." I watched as I stood up to reach under my full wedding dress and pulled my panties off. I stepped out of them and as I held them up to Terry I could clearly see on the TV that the crotch was wet; it clearly showed that they were soaked.Terry brought my panties to his nose and took in a long smell of my wet crotch. He said,.