One thing that stood out were meals provided by the Ceiling. “I’d like a porterhouse steak, seared outside and warm in the middle, running in juic..., with a baked potato the size of two fists and served up with home-churned salted butter, sour cream on the side and a chilled spinach and organic kale salad with ranch dressing. A pint of nut brown peanut butter milk stout, room temperature ... iced drinks are bad for the digestion ... and water. No wine ... I have a grape allergy. What would you. She had a nice full sized rack, about a 38c, and very curvy hips. She was so sexy with her lushious blonde hair flowing to the side of her boobs. She was in her room tieing the corset, when she stopped and relized something. She stood there staring at herself in the mirror, she was beautful and everybody knew that, but she never got a good look at herself. Damn she was getting herself wet just looking at the sexy woman in the mirror. She started to play around with herself. Lightly runbing her. ‘Shut the fuck up, Slut,’ hissed Master, ‘ and let them fuck you.’ I gasped at the harshness of his words and felt both cocks, rammed deep inside me, pulsate wildly, nearing ejaculation. Suddenly, I felt the guy in my pussy explode and knew instantly that he did not wear a condom as he spurted his cum deep into me, yelling out as he did so. ‘Fuuuccckkk,’ screamed the guy in my ass as he too exploded, filling my tight little hole with another healthy dose of semen. I felt him shake and thrust. My hands sweat, I turn beet red, and I sound like Porky Pig (no offense Porky). The recollections of past date that I am about to tell you are true. None of this is made up. I just hope that you laugh as much as I do when I remember the fond memories that I have of my personal life. I was going to this gym, (yes, I use to work out) and one of the fitness instructors happened to catch my eye. She was this knock out blonde that stood about five foot three. She had green eyes that could soothe a.