Rob,35 year-old club manager, noticed her right away and went to the doorman to ask if he had carded her. When the doorman saw who he was referring to...hesaid he did and that her ID says she is 25. Rob had always fantasized about fucking ateenager but with mottos like "15 will get you 20" he never dared fool around with a teen.This, however, was different because Rachel was legit but just looked like a teen. He hadto meet her and hope to score with her. After waiting around awhile he noticed. A gentle tap at the door drew her attention to it, and as it slowly opened a young woman dressed in a violet satin gown entered carrying a tray of something that smelled heavenly under a cloth cover."Hi, I'm Brunhilde, Brun to my friends." She said by way of introduction. "I'm one of the queen's handmaids and I am here to see how you are doing and to get you dressed and ready to move to a safer location than this wee fortress."At five feet two inches tall, the only term that Erin could think of. He is my master and Lord."You are Master's slave. He owns your legs. You will use them as he desires!"Yes! My legs are his. I keep them in shape for him to enjoy. I keep them apart so he may see what he owns."You are Master's slave. He owns your legs. You will use them as he desires!"Yes! My Lord owns my legs. I will use them for his pleasure. I will let anything between then that my master wishes. Men, women, young, old, whips, chains, rope, wire. Anything my master desires.I could feel the. Before that day, before that morning, I was a normal loving Military housewife. My husband and I had sex, and when we did it, it was good. But after just over a year of having sex with Peter, this day had to be the sexual high point of my life since I said "I Do" (Well not counting the house boat incident on our honeymoon.)Thinking about that as I walked to the car, I found myself wishing that there could have been some way that I could have fucked one of those men that I had sucked in the.