I hated how hard he could make me cum. I hated how much I loved the way he treated me. I fucking hated him.But I couldn't resist him. I did what he sa...d, when he said, where he said. He was my weak spot, my curse.This time was no different than the others. He simply texted me "15 minutes whore". I know what that meant. He would be here in 15 minutes and fuck me senseless. He didn't care what I am doing, what my plan is. He simply didn't care any of these details. He just wanted and he sure. She smiled herself and left the place. That day nothing special happened.She finished her work and left by saying me. I was helpless to lay her my bed. I thought I should act more boldly to make her my slave. But I spent the whole night of next day action. Next day she came too early in the morning. She rang the door bell.That day she was got ready to go some other place to attend a function. She looks awesome in new sari. She wore transparent pink sari and tied her long hair up. Her blouse was. Jack turned the mask over in his hands and turned to face the mirror, lifting the mask to beside his head. At the distance he was stood, it almost looked like Suzie's face for real, wood brown instead of the tanned skin tone she had of course, but never the less Suzie's face. Jack, repeating the actions he had seen both Suzie and the biker do, moved the mask directly in front of his face. As there were no eyeholes, he couldn't see what he looked like, but there was enough space around the sides. "It means you have come into the presence of divine creation. You embodyit as a woman." You mean, I want to have babies?" Maybe. More like that you are creative. You are drawn to that aspect ofexistence. Your life describes a narrative." Please talk straight, for once, Dad! I really need explanations! I needto understand what is happening!" There are no explanations, daughter. Only meanings to find foryourself. This is your story. I'm just a player in it." You say I'm in a story?" I said,.