When the relationship first moved from normal lovers to Master and sub, the whole topic was thoroughly discussed and the rules agreed to. From hencefo...th there would be no ‘him’ and ‘her’, rather only ‘Him’ and ‘his slut’. Slut would not be allowed to say, write, or think the words ‘my body,’ rather it would be ‘Master’s slut’s body.’ Master owns the body and He can do whatever He wants, whenever He wants, and in whatever way He wants, with it. That last part ‘in whatever way He wants’ was more. 'The little girl replied thoughtfully, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren.'A Catholic Priest, a Baptist Preacher and a Rabbi all served as Chaplains to the students of Northern Michigan University at Marquette in the UpperPeninsula of Michigan.They would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop. One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard, a real challenge would be to preach to a bear.One thing led to. Deviant fighters vanished in explosions and the carrier kicked out another hundred.We were closing rapidly as I kept the drone fighter twisting and turning and rolling while constantly changing our signature using the probe engines. I killed the fighters one after another like in one of my fighter sims. Finally I rolled as a destroyer appeared and switched to one of the large capital ship launchers.It extended and locked and fired in a single movement before sliding back in as the destroyer. And as I entered my mid-forties my sexual appetite only increased and by the time traveling basketball started I was feeling the need for sex, the naughty, wicked kind, not the kind I got at home I wanted to be fucked. My husband and I would sometimes play games like go to a bar and I would sit by myself and guys would hit on me all-night while my husband kept watch it was fun but didn’t really give me the naughty feeling I craved, the butterflies in the stomach or tingling pussy, oh sometimes.