‘Solemaga neenu’, she said, meaning you are bastard.‘Amma sorry it means you are a prostitute, I don’t like it’‘Howdu matthe nanu solene, ...agan jote sex madodu soletanakkinta kade’ she said meaning, yes I am a prostitute only having sex with the son is worse than being a prostitute.‘Amma please don’t call yourself like that I worship you kane’‘It’s okay I said it jokingly’, said mom, ‘but I really want to be your prostitute today, you should fuck me like a prostitute.’She explained me later. Take your time. Play the field and trust yourself. Like I said before; have fun, and there is no need to be a monk.”Tim refolded the piece of paper and replaced it with the others. Rather than hiding them under the mattress and above the box springs, he could now easily lift the entire bed and place the manila envelope on a hidden shelf he’d built, inside the box spring of his bed. He surreptitiously made the shelf inside the center, on the outside wall of the box spring, so he could easily. For starters, we would play a 7 card war game. The two with the most wins would divide the two losers among them. From that point on, those groupings would be in a kind of slave/master relationship. The slaves would have to do all the things her master says. If they don't want to do something, they can say 'no', but then they would need to do something else, which they can't refuse without giving a very good reason. If you don't have a very good reason, the slave has to do both dares, starting. After a quiet, tense minute, during which he was sure she was contemplating the seriousness of the decision she'd just made—and, he had no doubt, getting hornier by the second—he reached down and clipped the chain leash to her collar.He took a step back and gave the leash a vicious yank, pitching Marie forward onto her hands and knees. She gasped and her hand went involuntarily to her neck. She looked up at him and her face, small and pale above the shiny uncompromising steel, revealed her hurt.