The trouble is that I have absolutely no interest in having sex with anyone other than Carol, so a couple of thousand guys never got a chance at Carol...because I won't put my dick in another woman. It's amazing - she wants to but won't unless I do it first and I want her to, but I don't want anyone else so neither of us gets what we both really want - a real Catch 22."This could be your chance baby. Nail her and get your wish" teased Carol."Yeah. Right!" I said.I had to admit, however, that if. ‘There you are, slave,’ my mistress growled, that evil look in her eyes telling me what I already knew. This was to be an event for her pleasure, not mine. As I reached her chair, I stood unflinching as the bull whip struck her hand. My fingers tightly grasping each wrist behind my back, legs shoulder width apart, eyes to the floor, I awaited my orders. Pushing away her chair, Mistress walked, no stalked, around me, allowing the whip to crack against the floor. I heard doors open and close as. He opened the window; a bright yellow streak crossed the sky, and seemed to divide in half the poplars, which stood out in black relief on the horizon. In the clover-fields beyond the chestnut-trees, a lark was mounting up to heaven, while pouring out her clear morning song. The damps of the dew bathed the head of Villefort, and refreshed his memory. "To-day," he said with an effort, --"to-day the man who holds the blade of justice must strike wherever there is guilt." Involuntarily his eyes. Do you agree? Yes, my father I say as I check out his nice looking cock and balls. I had no idea he was shaved. I feel my own phallus becoming harder and longer as we stand there and converse. I also notice he is also becoming stiffer. We continued talking about things for a few minutes, then he said: It looks like we are both set to go to work, I shall test you, and then you return the favor He actually knelt down on a prayer rug in front of me and began to fondle my spheres and stroke my.