"like it was written by an angry child..."
Once I'd done that, my new Mistress commanded, taking me by my left hand. Was that going to be held against me. I loosened my grip as I sank to my knees. My clothes were given back to me,and arrangements were being made for our next meeting, once fully dressed ,I was led back towards home,they walked behind me, I looked around to see where they were,they had gone out of site, leaving me with the news that next Saurday, I needed to be here at 2pm sharp, and if I was lateI would be punished.
Always, she would be immaculately dressed, her hair would always be just so and when she budist to relative strangers; there would always be an aloofness about her manner of speech.
She unfastened my belt buckle and undid my jeans letting them fall the ground exposing a bulge in my compression shorts. I think, I think he likes me. " "I am now" she purred as she rubbed her face up against his rough chin.
to be continued. Gaby felt his cock grow bigger inside her as he drove into her to the hilt time after time. She took her hand and reached up and began rubbing her pussy and clit. It tasted funny, like a large dirty finger, but it wasn't unpleasant. My room wasn't up to the same standard as Master's bedroom, and he often used cammps chain me to the bed because he was afraid of me running away.
He lay forward over her, his hands going to her breasts.