But also i feel compelled to expose myself, expose my thoughts. There's no gain in hiding anything from You, Sir. i only climaxed once while writing i..., at the very end of the fantasy. i must admit, Sir, that i changed the premise a little. i hope that's ok. i imagined it was my Mentor, not my Master, who summoned me, and that i do not have a Master as yet. my Mentor called me and told me to come to the specified address after work instead of going home. here is what i imagined: when i arrived. ##### Bunny woke up with a very sore cunt, which was not surprising, considering how hard she had gotten the shit fucked out of her last night. Before even opening her eyes, her hand glided down to her soft, swollen cunt, and she gasped loudly just from her fingers grazing over her tender lips. She tried to remember everything that had happened the night before, but she was ditzy enough even without being totally fucked up. Her manager, the beautiful Amazonian Ciara Chocolate had led her to an. What was probably on the video was why his stomach was churning. Oh fuck. What have I done?A slowly dying marriage had led him to the realization that divorce was probably inevitable. Jack had decided that he needed a trump card for the upcoming settlement. He was making a ton of money and was willing to pay his fair share but there was the fact that he had been less than faithful during his marriage and if his wife Cynthia had proof - well. So he'd placed a personal ad requesting the services. Alice gave a soft scream as she came,bathing Elle's face as the slender girl attempted to collect all of theblonde's juices in a reeling, orgasmic bliss.With one final moan and a gasp, Alice's shuddering body went limp, andshe began panting, her eyes half lidded and staring at somethingmillions of miles away. Sitting up between her legs, Elle noted intriumph that Alice's cock had not yet come, and still rose, angrilythrobbing. It was lighter than a man's, pale as the rest of Alice'sbeautiful.