.. a child. I was a child not only in age but also in emotional development. I could sing; I could even dance a little. But the songs I wrote were one...dimensional. They lacked the depth to truly be called well-written. One of the luckiest days of my life is the day I was introduced to this year’s recipient of the Milestone Achievement in Songwriting Award.“Jake Ellicott taught me how to write. He taught me the difference between a catchy hook and a tired cliché. He helped me grow up and he,. He was wearing only a white shift that was tied at the waist and leather collar round his neck - he looked about 35 but was very sleek with little visible body hair. He knelt submissively and the largest of the Morrocans stroked the back of his neck. This man was big, muscular and with a large belly - he was about fifty and had a big moustache and a booming voice. He came over to me to inspect me - i had been made to stand with my hands behind my back, completely naked - and he looked inside my. ” The crying has subdued enough for her to respond, “I should have just had sex with him. We both love each other, and this would have never hap”----“Damn it Brittney! Don’t do that. You were right to wait, you still are. He had a choice between having love and waiting for sex, or having sex and throwing away love. He chose wrong. You just need to focus on your last couple of months of school, avoid him, and get out of the after graduation.” “I don’t want to avoid him. I want to go back and. Luckily for her, she did not have to worry about that at this time as her legs were folded and fused to her thighs with thick leather straps. It forced her to sit on her heals with her knees spread wide as she knelt in front of the woman who had entombed her in this fashion. The Dominatrix stepped closer to her victim. The left hand reached up and began playing with the nipple of her left breast through the leather halter top as her right hand gripped the ring in front center of her leather.