Jess was my fiancé, my girl, and my love. She also happened to be my owned and collared slave. We had been in a full time power exchange relationship...for the better part of two and a half years. It hadn’t taken very long at all into our relationship to identify as Master and slave. It had felt right and natural to us from the beginning. Jess was short, like me, and had beautiful, rich brown hair that flowed down her shoulders and back. She kept it long because that’s what I preferred, and since. It will be good practice for them. I'll be standing by if they need any help.)The priest raised his eyebrows in the direction of his young charges. He perceived another outburst from Jeff brewing. "He's all yours, son. Just don't use any heavy hard objects on him." I've seen the results of your celebrity. Classmates of mine were set upon by your 'Parkway Rapists'. They suffered almost as much pain from 'newsmen' as they did from the lowlife who attacked them! If you in anyway identify my wife. I put one arm around him while holding both of our members with the other and lightly bit and kissed his neck. His hands were on my hips and he purred like a kitten in my arms. How many nights has this teenage vixen jacked himself to sleep, aching for someone to quench the fire between his legs? To suck his eternally hard cock? To open his tender ass and breed him like a wild mare? I could almost smell the nut cooking in his loins, taste it on his lips. I slid my hand between his ass cheeks and. I just figured I could give us some alone time. He had this smirk full of desire….and pure lust. I was speechless. How many times had I been laying in bed at night when my thoughts drifted to him, while my hand drifted down my pants. This was my fantasy come true. He strode over and placed his hands on my hips. I was wearing a tank top that showed off my cleavage perfectly and fit tightly to my slightly curvy frame. Yknow, you really have lost weight. I mean, look at these curves…. he started.