Languages: Spanish/English
Location: Colombia
Body Decorations: No
Smokes/Drinks: No/In Ocations
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 21
Body Type: Slender
Whatever was left of me collapsed around my cock. No possessions, either, apart from the garment bag in which I carried my shit for safe keeping. Thank you, Master.You don't look too upset, do you? You think I should apologize for my tardiness, in advance? I did take time out of my busy schedule to relieve myself, and think of you. I apologise for my tardiness, in advance.I promise to be there on time. Please forgive me. I promise. I promise. I promise. I promise. I promise. You know I care deeply for you. Every time I get a little bit late, I make an effort to make sure I keep working, and I promise I won't ever take too long this time. I'd be ecstatic were you to accept this apology, to forget, tofall everlastingly, tofall on the bed, and have me sink down onto you, sobbing my heart into your shoulder for hours if needed. I'd do anything, from stripping off my clothes to taking a shower naked, to riding in the elevator, to sitting on your lap in the lounge, to just standing there, alone on the edge of the bed, breathing in the scent of you, until the tears would run freely down my cheeks.
I could easily do that if you'd accept this apology, but you DARE not even try to. I'd be so ashamed. This apology could be turned into a million little plays, all over your body, each one doing his or her part to make you shiver, to make you helpless. And the thought of being naked, working over in the hot sun, with no protection, no air, absolutely nothing, when the door really does OPEN and you are exposed, exposes you to the elements.Oh, how I'd want to shiver!Just to try and stay cool and barefoot would be the best proof. Bare legs, or rather, bare feet. An old, battered pair of shoes. Or maybe a pair of bare feet. Both. Just the rest of me, stuck in traffic, one step behind. Sitting at the table, my head bowed, I looked at you. Did I do what I said I would, in the silent auction which had become my habit. Hanging my head, sad, my heart broken, looking at you, I spoke. "This apology is not for you. It is for your miserable, desperate lord and master.
For you have suffered in silence and all day, every night. It is for you that the pain and the punishment that you receive now comes flooding in, with little notice. You didn't deserve it. You were too lost in your lust and your need. It was no accident that you gained your punishment. It is for you that I now make you suffer." You had taken your punishment in silence, your face soft in reparation, your silver hair falling down in loose waves around your face, framed in a soft braid, you had done no penance, no begging, to which my gaze replied only "No. Please. Please don't be mad at me. You know I love you. Let me be mad at you at least for a while." You spoke, "Sir," and I accepted your apology in kind, but made no attempt to turn it into a plea for my forgiveness. You could see that I was not appeasing you. You let me know you were unhappy with the way I had behaved with you. You could see that I was getting frustrated. I offered..
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