'Good. Now stand up.' I could hear the smile in her voice as I feebly tried to raise myself onto my hands, feeling her hand snake inside and just as I...was about to rise she started twisting her hand in me. I flopped down onto my face and cried, 'It's too much, Mistress!' 'Too much?' She said through gritted teeth, 'I'll show you too much.' She grabbed me, then, by the hip trying to pull my escaping body closer. It wasn't enough so she grabbed my balls and pulled me back. 'Do as I say, slut.'. Often, they spent $500 or more on all of the various treatments. It wasn’t a bad gig, and occasionally, a good looking woman or celebrity would come in and it would be fun, for a while. Nothing went on, but we all fantasize, right? Oh, by the way, I am 6’2” and 185 and I keep myself in good shape. I’ve been told I’m good looking, but who knows? I have no trouble getting dates and sex is no problem. Life is good.One day, I picked up an appointment from an older woman who the manager said was a. You made that woman's day," Georgia said with a smile. She figured that the woman would return home and tell her husband that she had talked to the man to whom Allah spoke. She also believed that the small piece of gold would become a major source of pride for the small town."She was nice," Oscar said with a shrug of her shoulders."Right," Georgia said opening the door of the truck. She climbed in and waited for Oscar. The crowd of people moved closer to get a better look at them.Georgia looked. We speak almost daily via emails, chat and webcam. One of our rules is that I am to send Sir Rube a lovely photo of myself every day. There was one particular Tuesday where I simply did not feel like sending the photo. And I figured I would deal with the consequences. Perhaps he would send me a stern IM or even yell at me via our webcam. Whatever. I can deal with that. Sir Rube asked me where his picture was and I responded that he would not be getting one today. Again, in a calm voice, Sir.