You know. after some slight begging and cajoling, she agreed to come by (i'm never too proud to beg for some good head/pussy).there's this myth that "...he way to a man's heart is through his stomach", but i've gotten more ass than a little bit by throwing down in the kitchen. guys, if you can't cook, find one dish that you can make, and i can almost guarantee that serving a woman dinner, as opposed to any restaurant you could take her to, will get you laid. jackie came over and we sipped some. For the remainder of your stay, it would be just the normal daily rate,” he explained.“That is agreeable, what is your daily rate?”“It’s a dollar a day for a double room, sir.”“That sounds alright. Is there a restaurant near here?” Owen asked.“There are several fine restaurants within a couple of blocks of the hotel, and we have our own restaurant also. I’ll need you to register,” the clerk replied and passed a large card for Owen to fill out. I noticed that he registered us as Mister and. Once I stood, Mistress said, "Put your arms behind you and be ready to receive your arm binder!"I did as she asked and was now confined by the leather arm binder. After it was locked in place, Mistress hooked a leash to my collar and slowly led me to where our sex swing would normally hang in our bedroom. I felt her attach a rope to the arm binder and raise my arms up away from my back and expose my ass.Mistress said, "Slave are you ready for what awaits you this evening," and then she. I then mounted her, ramming my erecttion deep into her slit, pausing only briefly after each of her orgasms before resuming the sledgehammer motion of my dick. And now she's telling me she can't help me get off by talking dirty, because she "doesn't know how?" It's English, bitch!" I snarled as I slapped her hard in the face. "Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped."Putting you in your fucking PLACE, cunt!" I backhanded her soft cheek, then once again forehanded the other one. "TALK DIRTY!"She then.