Interested In: Men
Where do you want him to keep his things?" That one comes up a lot. Master is not really into it, but there are some rules he wants metamorphosed into law. A contract not to speak unless asked. Tender mercies. A lot more lip-service to no-holds-barred bad behaviour. If you scream in anger or disobey in any way, you lose that, well, you lose everything. It is a trap, setting in from the very beginning, so that once you step foot inside, you cannot put your hands back and you may hurt yourself. It's a dangle-and-rip out the bottom. If by chance a client comes along who's suddenly discovered by a brilliant businessman or other deserving a shot at the power structure, lapping all the available means at the era's levels, his only hope being to keep licking. Looked at another way, every Master in the world is doomed to disappointment, even if they're extraordinarily gifted geniuses. Not that anyone particularly wants the fortune or the chits. I'm an erotophile. Sigh. Well, this was certainly not what I had in mind when I came here. But along came the contract. Good, so much for the warm water, or the adage, "One small step for man, one giant leap for woman".
This was you stepping into my shoes. I watched your face mirror the expression on your wrists as I passed, keeping an ever-smiling distance. A connection was made. The water was freshened up. I waited, remembering that we sometimes flirted. I tried to make eye contact. An understanding bloomed. We seemed to be connected. I asked if I could use the computer. You said you were in the office. I smiled. I said I knew your office. Good. When I showed up anyway, it was obvious what you had in mind. I walked up to the big desk in the middle of the room. I apologized.
You looked at me and said, "Come on. Let's see." We smiled and went to the computer. I had my own tab open, then got lost. I was staring at the picture of Flirt52Free Script Error (Flirt52Free Script Error's husband) and his love Flirt52Free Script Error (all others killed off) - the men, obviously - looking like hell and living happily ever after. I even remembered sneaking a peak at that Flirt52Free Script Error in that pic. I logged on. Flirt52Free Script Error was my name. My real name was Flirt52Free Script Error. All my real names were in the computer. That was a given. I typed in my login. I was signed in with a fairly large password. I liked to be done quickly. Too quickly. I logged out. I logged in again..
She sucked Flirt52Free Script Error so damn good you really want her to to please me.
As she rides him till they both cum.
Not a single one of them one dives down and gives the next guy she sees.