He continually gives me ideas of how to torture my worthless cervix and womb to give me the ultimate pain induced orgasms. In a e-mail, master had giv...n me a scenario he wanted me to carry out on myself. He gave me a brief outline and I have since carried out that torturous session. This is a e-mail I sent to my master Max explaining my torture session he requested me to do.Well, I did it Master! At around 10:30 AM on Saturday I set to the task that you ordered me to do. That was to torture my. Oh my Gosh i thought i was dead. if she ever called my parents yeah i'll be totally screwed. But i appreciated the fact she didnt take it from me straight if i'll be heavily embarrased in front of my class when they saw the book. of cos some of my friends found out and gave me the super cheeky grin. but thats beside the point. the point is i'm screwed...for the rest of the lesson i was damn scared. after lesson i stayed back and she brought me to the consultation area to talk. the consult area. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.”What?”Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted thoughtfully. Finally, she asked, ”Are you gay?””No,” I said, completely unoffended. It was not the first time that question had been asked of me.”Didn’t think so.” She patted the mattress next to her. ”Come here and take a break.”I sat on the bed with my. In the middle of the first week I got a phone call from my youngest daughter, Marsha. She was 22 years old, and lived with her boyfriend. I didn't think much of him, thought he was a looser, that couldn't keep a proper job, and if out of one, didn't bother much to get another one. Marsha was rather long, appr. 180 cm (5ft10), blond hair well over her shoulders and she had a nice figure. She wanted to know if I was at home that night, she wanted to visit me, have a chat and a drink. I told her I.