Whorehouse is common. Lady Heather's is unique. So unique that there really is no other word for it besides its name. And the difference is manifold.B...t the biggest difference is, this time it was my choice to be here.As for "feeling happy" when I saw Anna for the first time in years, feelings are still a new thing for me. Robots aren't supposed to have feelings. Any robot you speak to - even the barely aware ones - will attempt to describe the Pleasure of fulfilling a command, or the Enjoyment. So, we met, greeted well. Cracked jokes. I made her laugh and I knew somehow, that she liked me the other way. We exchanged our numbers and left for our home, as marriage was a month or so later. We started chatting and started sharing our thoughts and whatever we do every day. She was attracted towards me but wanted me to initiate. And I was taking my time.Now was the time we need to go to my sister’s marriage, we booked a bus for our relatives. And we started boarding the bus. Destiny planned. Again she fell and again the barbed wire cut deeper into her tits, with more force than ever and ripping straight upward. She was hanging on her cruelly bound breasts.Hearing Grand Mistress Gillian?s unaffected laughing, she noticed that she had fallen down over the end of the beam.The blonde slavegirl falling from the beam?s end and hanging on her titties was to funny to suppress laughing. The Grand Mistress forced the bleeding whore to her mashed feet by the tit bondage,removed the tear-wet. Then she put her hand in my hairs. She always wore sweet smelling perfumes. So when her hand touched me the fragrance made me loose total control of my senses I told her that I found her very beautiful she smiled I went closer and kissed her on forehead at this time she was out of control n was breathing very fast and holding me tightly.I kissed her on lips thin soft pink lips aaahhhh. It was so sweet I kissed her for 5mins. But that day I could not do more then kiss we were on road so I told.