. good" The next thing is this ... I want to make sure that there is a line between this and the rest of our relationship. So tomorrow morning your na...e is Sleene. I will call you Sleene or slave. You will call me sir in non-sexual situations and master in sexual situations. You will not call me Ken or honey when we're role-playing. Do you understand, slave?"Oh my god! I thought I was horny before! "Yes ... master" You will prepare before presenting yourself. You will condition your pubic hair. Jennifer shuddered with wicked thoughts, “Jon might have wrung out my panties right into his mouth, he came playing with my piss…I’m going to make his dreams come true while making my nastiest thoughts come true too.”Jon walked into the house slowly, not sure of what to expect. Not sure how long he could contain his life long aching desire to see more of his mother’s body witness more of her pissing. He started to glow and shake trying to scheme a way he could spy on his mother going number. He had a glory hole in his back yard shed, and a back entrance you could use to access it. I'd made plans several days prior to going there, and before I left the house I double checked to make sure we were still on (and we were)!The gate was closed, but unlocked, and I pushed my bike inside the tall wooden fence and leaned it against the shed wall. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, but not so much from the bike ride over there (or maybe it partly was) but mainly from anticipating yet. Sasha instantly walked to Cobra and went to her knees in front of her."Do you believe me now, Mr. Journalist?" Cobra said.Pete closed his mouth and swallowed. "How... what... ?" Sasha here challenged me one day, when she was new to the society. She had won her first two fights, and was feeling pretty damned good about herself. The problem was, the brash little brat ran her mouth all over the society, telling people I wasn't as tough as everyone thought, and that she was going to teach me a.