.you...who obviously has no life, who probably sits around every weekendlooking at porn and masturbating, and molding them into someone who hasa purpo...e other than himself. Someone who can function and serveanother person's needs while not having their own needs fulfilled...aslave in other words; that is what this is all about slave." PrincessDee told him. "You wanted to be dominated and be a slave...but only onyour terms. That isn't slavery; that's just you playing out your sicklittle sexual. We need to let my cock rest before I play with it. After you’ve made me cum a few times, I will start the masturbation exhibition.”Over an hour later, my face is covered in the fluids of Mistress’ five orgasms and her cock throbs so much it aches. Mistress rises from her throne and reaches for her cock. “Time to show you how to properly treat MY cock. You may have jerked this cock more times than me, but I’ve jerked a lot more dicks to nothing but rave reviews, so I’m the expert. And this is MY. " He asked if I wanted half his sandwich. Wow, I jumped at it as he handed it to me. "No school today," He said. "No, I said, I had a dentist appointment this morning, so I thought I would spend the reat of the day down here." He then said, " I got some juice up in the truck, your welcome to come have some." "OK." I said, and tied my line to a log and followed him to the truck. We got in and he opened his thermus and poured out a cup of juice for me and handed me some cookies out of his. Whoo! Lets go get breakfast, Im starving! I want some ale, Aye? He called back at Bertrisha who was five steps behind him. No Ale! With one glass, you will be drunk for the rest of the day! She huffed. Both of them started giggling as they hurried down the broad, white marble steps to the dining area. Go to the throne room, There is a messenger here waiting for you! Ill bring you your food, Bertrisha called. Okay, Trishy, He grinned and turned down the next hallway turn, still running full.