Although he knew they were hard to find, he was the greatest hunter to ever have lived, as he would tell you at length, and that the finding of a nymp...'s tracks was hard, but not impossible. As he continued deeper into the forest, where the trees stopped looking plain and drab, but tall and mysterious, moss covered monoliths of nature, his stomach began to growl."Quiet there, we'll have those eggs for ourselves soon enough." He whispered gently to his rumbling gut. He smirked when he thought of. She was wearing a black skirt with a white tank top "Jazz your holding the stick wrong." She looked at me and raised up "Then come show me how to hold it." I smiled as I went up behind her I leaned her over the table with my body. I got hard when I felt her ass on my dick, and she felt when I got hard, so she looked up at me and smiled I acted like I didn't see her. " You put this hand there and that hand there." I leaned over her more and pressed her against the table and my hard dick against. I also received a lot of negativity on how I wrote the letter and the Miss spellings I had in it. I am not a professional writer.I developed a on line relationship with a kind gentleman that understood what my true fetish was and became my on line friend as well as my sadistic master. He is called Master Max. 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 given me a scenario he wanted me to carry. It turned out to be black gentleman, somewhere in his 40's I guess, with a decent body from what I could see. He must have been watching me because as soon as I turned around to look at him, he spread his legs wider and pulled up the towel he had wrapped around his waist showing his currently flacid cock. Not needing another invitation, I turned completely around, got up on my knees, wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and started licking it. He instantly got hard, growing to a nice.