"I thought so, but I had to ask, just in case." Her voice was like a melody, and in such a slow, sensual drawl."Do you like the car?" She asked. I loo...ed out at the red Ferrari parked on our drive. I gaped again."Do you like my body?" She asked, running a finger slowly up from the inside of her right leg, up her side, and across her neat, round breast down to her nipple. I was mesmerised. Her thick, wavy hair fell over her face and she looked up at me through it while reaching for my belt and. The door opened and the man... Master... came in. He moved slowly towards her, leering at her full breasts and thick wavy hair. She didn't know his name, he had told her to call him 'Master' and if she forgot his reminders were brutal. Her arms were still sore from yesterday, though it appeared the bruises had already faded."Lie down on your back." He ordered.She complied, fear creeping along her spine. She knew what was coming.Ann was a real estate agent, a profession that was viciously. They don't want to be told what to do.However, I think that all women sometimes want someone who will take care of them. Not wait on them hand and foot. Not hold things over them. And not even every day. But every now and then, I think women want someone who can anticipate their desires and wants, and knows what they need.In the maelstrom that was her life, at that moment, I think Melanie Nakamura needed someone to take care of her. Someone to take all of the worry out of her life. Someone to. Nice c cup boobs and dirty blonde hair with pretty brown eyes. She was maybe five foot five with freckles and a thick southern accent. I am guessing she weighs around one hundred forty pounds. Again not ugly but not on everybodies fuck list. Then it happened. As I stared at her Mike said that he heard that Kelly would let virgin guys fuck her for twenty dollars. I should have known better, but for some reason I took the BS mike was dishing out as truth. After several minutes of talking it up.