Power courses through my veins and moves up to my heart and mind, giving my mouth the strength to continue. My lips leave kisses across his chest and ...own the center of his body. I bend slightly, my mouth nuzzling him, as his hands run lovingly along my back and over my skin, like a man handling an injured dove, wanting to be gentle, so as not to startle it into flight. I hear his sounds of pleasure but cannot focus on the words, as my own hand uncovers the present it was hiding from me. My. Im a white dominant bull and I own a credit company. This muslim friend of mine whos real name is muhammed is a 45 year old skinny muslim who is 5'4 in height applied for a job as my personal assistant. I was actually looking for a female to fill that position but since his speech during his application was good and since he looked and sounded like a real submissive muslim I gave him the benefit of the doubt and hired him.You should know that im 6' tall and that I love owning both male aswell. In short, Jeremy seemed very masculine. Along with his physical qualities went an easy politeness, and as I was to learn later, a readiness to be helpful. Among his other virtues he always made his own bed and helped with the washing up, activities totally unknown to Edgar. This first meeting with Jeremy had a two-fold effect on me: the first was a warm carnal quivering. The second was, I felt an aging frump in his presence. I was not sure which of these responses alarmed me the most. After. I carved long sharp points one nail at a time with my clan knife. Lemos put a wrinkled hand on my shoulder, asking, "How can you shave off metal so quickly and easily with a short sword?"I really didn't want to get into my nanoblade's abilities, so I said, "This enchanted sword can cut through any metal. It's a family heirloom attuned to my bloodline." "Best to discourage anyone from wanting it for themselves." I let Lemos hold it and try to sharpen a nail. Of course it didn't work for him. The.