"Do you want your watch or not?" Watch?" she asked as she rubbed her butt ... I offered to rub it for her but she declined..."Since when did it become...my watch?" Since just before Tim left. You weren't paying attention" Where did Tim get it?" You ask some extremely difficult questions. I have no idea ... he didn't say." I explained, "He did say the watch belongs to the female of the line and has for as long as your family has had it ... or something like that." You forgot already?" accused. It wouldn't matter to me at all if you wanted to sit down right now. I just thought it might make you feel better, that's all." You're right, it will. Okay, give me five minutes."As her father left her standing in the kitchen she could still feel the gentle press of his cock against her in her mind, could still feel his strong arms around her, his hands just brushing the underside of her tits. She felt herself flush with embarrassment and desire as she turned back to finish setting the table.He. While chatting in yahoo I met a guy named Kiran age 32.We chatted and he said that he want a pure btm slave for him.I got interested .He said some rules that a slave should obey his master.Do whatever master says.If fails to do will be punished.Master will use slave’s body as he like.Master has full authority over his slave’s body. These were the main rules. I agreed as I like new experience.He said he was alone in his guest house.He told me that he wants me as his slave for 1 full week.I think. ‘You’ve had a rough night. Do you want a drink?’ ‘Sure,’ she casually said. ‘But not too much, I get crazy when I’m drunk.’ I laughed and shook my head, unable to picture her being anything but a quiet, sweet schoolgirl. She sat on my couch as I went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of captain Morgan and two shot glasses. I came back out to find her sitting up on my couch, back straight, hands on her knees. She looked afraid to lean back, as if I might get mad. I laughed at her. ‘What?’ She.