”Tim looked at her, “Helen ...”She looked at him and then shocked us. She lowered her eyes slightly, “Yes, Sir.” This was new. She looked ar...und the store but that was the only hesitation. I was fascinated. She unzipped the back of her dress, removed the straps from each shoulder and let the dress fall. She bent over to pick it up and I stepped forward to take it from her. She then looked at me and I nodded. Yes, the panties, too. She looked at me again and I shook my head. No, leave the heels. Ab vo kafi comfortable thi par mai 2nd round ke liye taiyar nahi tha… To mene usake muh me mera lund pel diya aur jordar stroking shur ki, usane muje dhakka dete hua kaha, kya gala fad do ge ? Aise nahi hota yeh muje apne aap karne do. Aur usne muje letaya aur aaram se blow job dena shuru kiya…. Takriban 20 minute ke baad me firse taiyar tha. To maine usiko apne upar chadne ko kaha, aur me lete raha. Usne apni chut mere lund pe satayi aur dhire dhire mera lund khane lagi. Tabhi meni shetaniyat. ..) But that's about the regulations.Whether you call your master "Sir", "Dom", "Schurzurzurzel" or "Hasenschnäuzchen", that is a matter between master and sub. And that's nobody else's business.And quite frankly:I personally cannot imagine how you can really seriously practice D / s without loving your partner with all your heart in such a relationship.It goes without saying that a friend is the master and that there are no other really deep feelings. But then the D / s is more like a game. “I’ve been trying & trying to make you want to look at me& wondering & wondering why you don’t; I was even beginningto think you didn’t love me!”“Oh my poor, sweet tantalizing angel! If only you knew how Ilove and treasure every little square inch of you”“Centimeters Daddy . . . . I like our secret, Daddy. So now canyou always LOOK at my panties? Properly, like you’re lookingNOW, like you can see through them, see my pussy?”I take a big risk and run my finger lightly over my slit, as if to say.