" I hope that it will satisfy you. Here is the shipping box; just give me a minute to open it." Cochran slit the tape holding the shipping container c...osed and put the carton on the counter top. They both peered into the box in eager anticipation, but were sorely disappointed. The items in the box were protected with plastic film and foam plastic sheets. Oh, well, satisfaction postponed is often satisfaction enhanced.Cochran started hauling piece after piece of packaging material from the. Looking at the sword, he had to do a double-take. Before him stood a tall, long dark-haired woman of what appeared to be Egyptian lineage.As he shook his head, Ephus saw that he had his hand around the wrist of the woman.She snarled then lashed out at him. “Let me go you vile piece of filth. I will not yield to you nor any other!”“Yield?” Ephus stated shocked. “Why would I want you to yield to me? Are you not the living aspect of the sword?”“Bah! You really are an idiot and a fool; I am not an. Sahil aaaaaa ……Fir bi main ruka nai aur fir thodi der tak uski chut me ungli karne laga jisse wo aur chillane lagi aur itne me hi jhaad gyi wo fir ue mere shorts utaare aur lund ko sehlane lagi to maine muh me dene ki koshish ki to mana karne lagi to maine zabardasti usko mu me diya phele nikal ne lagi to maine uska muh pakad kar hilanne laga fir use b maza aane laga to boht der tak chusne lagi fir usne lund nikala aur kaha meri chut ki pyaas bhuna do please to maine apna lund uski chut me. But a true dominate does not need a moniker, neither does his submissive. I feel his dominance within me. It is a warm flush I can’t control, the hardening of my nipples, an ache to taste him. My mouth waters. There is an endless fluttering in my abdomen. Some call it butterflies. It is far too demanding to be represented by something so fragile.I immediately make my way to him, maybe excusing myself from another boring conversation. At that moment, nothing can possibly be as important as he.