’ He said. The phone went dead in my ear. Dave never was one for ceremony, when he was done talking, he just hung up. My kind of guy. Caroline had m...ntioned shrimp for dinner, which called for a bottle of white wine. I was confident I had some under the sink in the kitchen where I stashed to other booze. Sure enough, I found a fresh bottle of Black Tower. I debated with myself whether I should change or not. I won the argument and stayed in shorts and t-shirt. I resurrected a crumpled Food Lion. . That's where you'll love me tonight," I told him and if the man was going to protest, he didn't voice it. "Spread my cheeks, Slave-Daddy, gently ... Gently now..."I was teasing him with my voice, sounding like his little girl more than his Domme, and my father pulled the firm round globes of my ass apart slowly, exposing my tightly puckered anus to his eyes."Am I beautiful for you, Slave-Daddy?" I asked him. "Is my asshole pretty?" Oh yes, Mistress," He sighed and I could feel his humid. She was sure it happened all the time in these remote places. And the doorswere securely locked. No wild animals could get in. But as she stood in thedarkness, it seemed to grow, to engulf her, bearing down on her, until shefound it hard to breathe. Something did not feel right. The hairs on the backof her neck stood on end. It felt like she was being watched. She twisted thechains that held her, looking around in the gloom, trying to see something,anything that could cause this sense of. The men concluded that Najanga was 'my wife' and their eyes widened into a smile. Provided they did not come between us, no offence would be caused. They immediately settled by our fire. Several of the other girls demonstrated their female condition by stripping naked and the men's eyes widened in puzzlement. It was obvious that they were wondering where our men-folk were. We decided to let them wonder.After we had finished eating the pig, we traded two more knives and they showed us how the.