You must write the tenets of this religion, so I can explain the nature of our relationship to someone else.??Thank you Sir for allowing me to express...my worshipful devotion to your cock through a religion?Master requires me to write to him nightly in a numbered slut confession. In it, I reveal my fears, desires and my gratitude for everything he is to me. Master also at times requires that I write my erotic fantasies in the form of stories to him. Master is often kind and allows me to. ? This was an opportunity he couldn’t allow himself to miss. ?I’d be happy to help you with any of the unpacking.? She tilted her head and looked at him somewhat quizzically. ?Oh I think that would be a bit much to ask, and we’ve just met? she said. Then, seeing his face drop slightly, she quickly added, ?But you can help me put away the groceries if you like.? ?I’d love to.? he answered, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. ?Great.? she laughed. ”Ecstatically, “Centiger, do it again!”“Really? I don‘t know. Well … OK, here it goes.” Centiger shutters with delight. Suddenly his tongue slithers through every corner of her mouth, as she frantically tries to keep up. Centiger’s penis jumps like never before, throbbing like molten lava. He pulls away from her to allow erection, then moves back into a tight hug. Feeling his intense heat, Kandi backs off, being totally surprised. But why?Carefully, yet deeply passionate, “Kandi, I love you.. It's kind of sad that it's frowned upon that you enjoy some flexing and stretching from a couple of juicy girls, you know."--- "I ..."--- "Some girls like to be watched."--- "Some girls like to tease" --- he said, clutching his fists.--- "Oh. I hope you don't think I'm teasing you, sir." --- she said.The man clearly thought she'll mocking him and teasing. He felt like she was implying blackmailing him with her knowledge.--- "Aren't you?"--- "No, sir. I think men should be allowed to enjoy.