I can't get my head around it either. I LIKE the language: 'master', 'slave', and so on. It's all so extreme. It shows the extreme intensity of my fee...ings for him: total love, total dedication, total devotion. And yet I hate it, because it IS so extreme. Imagine ... Suzanne Plummer - me - someone's slave! It's an outrage! It sounds so wrong! Even if I don't really mean 'slave' slave, like chained blacks in the South before the Civil War, the word comes with that unpleasant baggage whether I. He wasn’t alone by any chance, like the gorgeous man he always was. And, as usual, he had visitors for the day.The two visitors were his good friend Vic, always ready to enjoy a good day along with his buddy, and he carried with him an extra partner, a Russian man with blonde hair and a full beard named Sergei Vitaiev, a man from the Army who came to stay in Vic’s home for a couple of weeks during his vacation. And of course he took Sergei to visit one of his best pals ever.But that visitation. I said no I need some dick inside of me. So Robert got on the sofa and I got onto my knees in front of him and began to suck on his large dick. While I was doing that Jon got behind me and spread my cheeks open and started eating. I was so weak in the knees that Jon had to hold me up while he ate my ass and pussy. Poor Robert didn't even get off because I was way too weak to give him the great sucking that Jon got. I asked Jon to go get a wet cloth and he did. I decided to ride Robert. A svelte five feet four inches, Kathy Lehrer had been able to keep her weight within a few pounds of 120 for the past 20 years through a combination of swimming and walking. A five mile walk was more common than not. As a result of her almost daily jaunts, she knew every street, and many of the people who lived on those streets, within a three mile radius of her home. Her knowledge of the people she encountered saved her from being mugged twice, once when her attacker recognized her before.