She had long blonde hair and the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. They would sparkle when she laughed. She laughed a lot and he imagined that was...what it was like for angels to sing. Her perfectly defined lips were soft and red. He had kissed her once, on last Valentine's Day, when she dared him, and he still remembered the softness of her lips on his.Cindy was a bit of an athlete and had the slender, hard body of a serious runner. Her breasts were rather small. She once confided to him. He could eat. He could fuck me in any way he wished, for as long as he wished up to the allotted time. Sometimes they stayed longer. That was okay. In business, sometimes you have to stretch the rules.Here is a list of a few things I’ve been made to do as a whore for my mistress:Been fucked repeatedly in all three of my holes. Been pissed on, spat on, and kicked. Been tied up, forced to swallow cum, to gargle it through my nose, and to lick up any remains. Been gagged with my own panties, and. There they sat; encased in a simple white bra with, praise the Lord, a front clasp. I quickly undid the clasp and let the cups fall away revealing a pair of wonderfully shaped titties. They weren’t overly large, about the size of large oranges. Her nipples stood out proudly, a deep shade of pink compared to the milky white breast. I lowered my head and ravenously attached myself to one nipple, licking, nibbling, and sucking trying to savor as much as I could. Not wanting it to feel left out, I. ” “You definitely gave the right answer, about us making the decision together. I was afraid you wanted me to decide.” Lee titled her head back and sighed. “What are you thinking about this?” “I was asked only half-an-hour ago myself.” Lee rubbed her temples. “This is a lot to take in, and it’s not even like if I was asked to be a surrogate mother and carry a baby. But I know what it’s like to be pregnant, and to give birth, and to nurse a baby.” She sat up and looked at me. “What would you do.