“You have to be fucked by a guy to see if you like it. A dildo or vibrator won’t cut it.” “But I don’t want just any guy! I have to know him...well first. What should I do?” She now laid straight back on my bed and stared up to the ceiling with her arms over her head as if deep in thought. Her shirt clung to every inch of her body and she was lying in such a way that her pink panties were the center of attention. All I could think of was what was under that little piece of pink cotton and what I. I was trembling on the inside, but keepingcool on the outside. She then went up above my skirt hem to my thigh. Iclinched my teeth, because I wanted to react. But if I did something, itwas game over. I turned my head slowly and looked towards Monica. Oureyes met. She slowly let go of my thigh and smiled. I wanted to take acold shower, but just exhaled. It was 9:40 now. Candice looked at her watch, and said we need to wrapthis up, since she wanted to make sure the conference room was neat. He didn't have to say that she had tokeep the weighted dildo in place throughout. Master was staying for dinner! Kimmie's heart was bursting with joy atthe prospect being allowed to serve Master dinner, with all thatentailed and the prospects for further abuse it carried with it. Sonaked, in chastity device and heels and sporting three lead weightshanging out of her ass, Kimmie went about cooking, making sure to clampher ass shut and keep the dildo in. First Master ordered her to pour a glass. The last time, you were watching a flock of sheep.”The man took the pack and removed a cigarette. This man knowing his true name shocked him. He lit the cigarette and handed the pack back to John. He asked, “Who are you?”“John Carter.”The day he had met the white man with the cat in the desert came rushing back to him. He remembered sending the man to meet William Redman. He said, “Wait here, John Carter.”The man went inside for a minute. He returned quickly. He asked, “What is your business.