I call him the Muse, which always brings a smile to my face. I wonder what will the muse give me for my birthday??? Boston in the fall is glorious. Th... crisp air still embraced with hints of the summer gone by. The North End filled with Italian restaurants opened to the streets, as you pass you can waltz through a private moment of a couple lost in each others eyes. The voltaic experience of gliding through a mist of passion held by two strangers only heightens the desire that I feel racing. She wore a kimono-like dress. It confirmed the oriental blood behind her intensely black eyes."Please be seated, Brigitte", the woman said in American English. Then she took a seat herself, right next to Brigitte. She asked her if she would like tea.From a pretty little pot she poured the steaming brew into a wide rimmed cup. She presented it with graceful gestures. It felt like an ancient ritual. The flowery fragrance was very subtle. Brigitte thanked her for the cup. They sat in silence for a. Maybe something would come to her.Sandy was dressed in a pair of shorts since it was an unusually hot day for spring. Her thighs flashed in the afternoon sunlight, and her swelling ass was boldly outlined by the tightness of her shorts. Her tits thrust and strained against a thin, white blouse. The blouse was so thin she had to wear a bra so her tits would not show through.She parked in the parking lot of the school and got out. The place looked deserted. She wondered where practice would be. You will wear only the items I select for you, and nothing else, except for cum, which you are not allowed to wipe off without my permission. You are lower-ranking than my other slaves, so you must obey their orders as well as mine. In addition, I expect you to lick their pussies and assholes clean when I cum inside them. You will keep your pussy shaved bald the way it is now, and never let the hair grow back. Do you understand all of your instructions?’ ‘Yes, Master,’ she said meekly. ‘Good,’.