She was so ashamed.But she had disappointed her owner. Lisa was sure to punish her and she deserved everything her owner did to her. 'Why am I feeling...this way? What is happening to me?'Lisa left her pet in the van for over an hour while she relaxed with her friends. When she finally went out to the van she found her pet huddled in the passengers seat hugging herself with tears dried on her cheeks."Please forgive your humble pet Ms. Simon," said Mary as soon as she heard the door opening. She. Her denim shorts, also modified, were cut high on the hips and formed a thong going up the crack of her ass. She wore work boots and white socks on her feet, not the typical outfit for a dancer. A brown leather belt encircled her hips. She swayed her body at the end of the stage, moving her hips to the low thump of the bass. Every move was accentuated. At each pole, she did a quick spin, making brief eye contact with the customers sitting at the rail. When she finally reached the end of stage,. He turned me around and made me stand next to the glass door opening to the balcony. I looked at Priya and Neha, and I could not believe what they were doing. They were fingering each other. I had had sessions with Priya, but I never imagined Neha would be up for it. This was turning into a dream, 2 girls lying naked on the bed watching their friend getting pounded by an animal on coke, getting degraded and loving it. C’est La Vie Goa.Now, he took some Coke out and suddenly rubbed it on my. The indignities that i endure serve as a constantreminder of my deep devotion to you.Thank you for turning my fantasy of living a life of sexual slavery atthe hands of a strong Man into a reality.And thank you for those increasingly infrequent occasions when you giveme permission me to finger myself to climax.When you allow me to peak, every demeaning memory that i keep bottled upinside myself races into my consciousness and feeds my perverse sexualappetite, my obsessive need to be exploited.