“To give you my body fully at anytime for any reason. To be your pet and your property ”. Peter smiled – he had trained her well. She was gro...ing into what he had always desired, a loving, willing and talented submissive lover. “Good girl. You deserve a reward my pet. You get to have my belt for twenty strokes. Each stroke you are to count and to thank me for allowing you this honour. “ “Yes Sir....one, Sir thank you....two, Sir thank you.” Peter took his time with his belt – slowly. “Do you like your daddy’s cock, babygirl?”, Stella asked, again in her somewhat direct way.“hmm” she uttered with her mouth full.Stella pulled her back from my cock, a trail of saliva and precum glistened between the tip and her lips. Sandy spoke to her again “I can tell you, that your daddy has a nice sized cock and it’s going to feel wonderful inside your pussy” “Are you ready to try it?”“Yes” replied Sandy“Lay back and let Sandy squat on top of you honey”… Stella was clearly the director of. Naked, we lie close together in my bed. And looking into her eyes, I see the familiar hesitation. It’s always there – in the eyes of every woman I bring home. After all, I am a complete stranger to her. She cannot know what I like – what I’m going to do to her. Will I be gentle – or will I turn out to be a twisted pervert? She doesn’t know – and the thought makes her uneasy. But I can tell she also finds it arousing.I kiss her again. Letting my tongue play with hers – greedily – I grab her. Clothes… I had tried to recover what scraps I could find as I tip-toed out between the snoring forms. But little enough had survived even to wrap around into a make-shift skirt and top. I sigh, blessed ones… at the destructive forces wrought when one indicates that young men can be as rough as they might like. The body exalts… but the fabric laments. It would seem my walk on from here would be an exposed one.Slipping beneath the surface one last time… I looked up at the night’s gleaming jewels.