I was having trouble adapting, I suppose.And I had already been improvising. I’d been doing that for most of a year and a half.So the last thing I c...uld try to do was overcome. But overcome what? Overcoming means restoring order to chaos, right? And all I could think of was a recurrent dream I’d had since I was a teenager. In this dream I am flying, my arms outstretched. I’m not using my arms to fly. I am somehow able to ignore my weight and keep myself in the air by using my mind alone.But. Good. I hoped his dinner was constricting his bowels. I kept my face placid. I wonder if the rage in my eyes was being revealed. "Yes, Master; you asked for me?" I hoped my voice would not crack, nor that I would begin stammering as I did when nervous. "Yes, Ceres; where were you? You were not in your room," he said accusingly. In his satin blue dressing gown, no nightshirt, his tanned skin glowing goldenly in the dim light I could see that his eight inch dick was lying along. Dan refused to put on that thing, feeling embarrassed enough as it was. No way was he going to put on that frilly dress. Lizzie had always hated wearing that dress, but her parents always insisted, saying how cute it was on her. Now she wanted her dad to see what it was like to wear it. "NO. Elizabeth Sue, I will not wear that dress" her dad snarled up at her. Lizzie was getting angry, "NO. You'll call me DADDY. YOU are Lizzie. That.." she said pointing at Chris, "..is MOMMY. And. But I will post an experience of mine when I went on an official trip to Ukraine. I always got my share of sex whenever I desired. But there was always something which I found missing in my life. Yes, you got it right. It was the dark side which involves dirty and nasty things.I was always interested in being dirty involving dirty chatting, abusing, pissing, asslicking and slapping. But as I said these were all desires. I never could have done something like that with my partners in India. So,.