To be honest, I think you are crazy and you scare the shit out of me. I love wild sex as much as the next guy, but sadomasochism really isn’t a turn...on for me.”“But you ARE the man who should be my Master. You’re handsome, you’re kind, and why else would you welcome me into your home than if not to use my body for pleasure? I want nothing more than to be given a purpose in life, to find someone I can serve and obey. Please let me be your slave, I’ll do whatever you want me to do for the rest of. Uncle William, myGreat Uncle Arnold's son! Because of my total lack of physical strengthhe hardly had to use any force. That plus my naturally submissiveconditioning made it unbelievably easy for him. He simply grabbed myslender shoulder with a seemingly iron vice-like grip and flung methrough the sliding side door into the transit that had parked rightalongside Janice's car. It was all over in seconds."In there you little bitch and no noise or that slender neck of yourswill be snapped like a. It was amazing to see all the breast and male equipment suspended in the air through their clothing. He didn’t want to see the men naked so he backed off the effect to see the men in their underwear. ‘John Smith, good to see you again, welcome back. Who are you seeing today,’ Tammy greeted him in her usually chipper voice, and batting her long eyelashes, knowing full well he was there to see Mr. Adams. John turned to greet her seeing right through her clothes, ‘It is good to see you, too,. “So how has you guy’s day been?” I ask “Long day at work man, Im just ready to blow this load.” Her husband, Bill, says. We all start laughing. I take a seat on the bed and Ashley comes over to me and starts rubbing my thigh. She then starts whispering in my ear: “I can wait to have that big dick deep inside me daddy.” Then she walks over to her husband and sits on his lap and starts feeding him some gummy bears she had in her purse. She had me rock hard under my jeans the way she was.