‘Master loves you, Master thinks you’re beautiful, your beautiful body pleases Master. Master loves you…’ I can feel proud of my body when I r...member that it pleases Master, and knowing Master wants me to be proud of who I am makes it easier to obey. But I still don’t know if I can do this. Master beckons me forward, and I crawl across the room to the bed. He makes a further gesture, and I climb up to join Him. Them. ‘Good girl,’ He says. ‘Slave Tara, this is Slave Gabrielle. She is another one. But the seasons had been very kind to her and she was still a striking and attractive woman. Even though the seasons had slowed her down a bit, she was very fit, exercised daily and was still able to handle her weapons with confidence. But she no longer quite carried the figure that she did in her youth, even though it was still an impressive figure.She worked hard to instruct the girls in weapons usage. Gem who was primarily a mage also learned the correct way to use a Bo staff. Gem wouldn't. She also tended to get drunk and go home with whoever would have her, usually someone desperate for anything, which did not make those experiences very pleasant for Targa.Seth had gone visiting with her on one of her drunken nights, and he modified the way that she thought. He put in a real desire for exercise and he disassociated food from comfort in her mind, so that she no longer gorged when she was depressed. He also encouraged her to seek a counselor to help her with her suicidal and. "I was just wondering if you might want to have a go with this here hairy beaver of mine." As she spoke she scooped a finger full of her heavy juices and rubbed them lightly around the rim of her gash. "Do you have it in you there to tame this twat, hey golly?"As my cock throbbed my response to her question, she deftly curled her legs around the arms of her chair with the ease of a gymnast. The move pushed her vulva forward and up, spreading her twat wattles wide open above the puckered ring of.