We are getting propositions every day in the mail. And we have a large collection of penis pictures. Why do men think that such things are attractive?... Why would they send pictures of them in the mail? I agree they are utilitarian, but beautiful? Hardly. And if they are trying to boast about their size perhaps they are unaware that we have to deal with that monstrous thing swinging between Andrew's legs every day of our lives. Anything larger would be grotesque.But Dee Dee loves all of this: the. ”She looked bashful but simply smiled, her hands clasped in front of her, her arms pressing together to emphasize the depth of her cleavage.“So… Tell me about you?” He asked, uncertain where to start.“I’m the properties maid. Master.” She curtseyed again, her smile brighter, for some reason.He frowned, “You’re a slave.” He said flatly.“I am, Master.”Slavery wasn’t what it used to be, uncommon in general but practically standard among the wealthy, but he personally frowned upon it, seeing it as. He lied easily. He assured her they would be leaving soon, after just one more stop. Every time she started to question him, he would use a stern tone of voice and tell her that she couldn't go home until she did whatever he told her to do. That seemed to convince her to not object to his instructions.He led her out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her tucked in under her arm. She looked so innocent and clean as she sat on the bed looking off into space. The towel slipped off of. It was some strange black guy I had never seenbefore.This guy had his right arm around Beth’s shouldersholding her right wrist in a steel grip. His left handwas pulling hard on her right nipple as he sucked theother one.I sat down next to her and tried to get her attention,‘Beth! Beth!’ I called to her as I kept tapping herarm. The black guy looked up at me.‘Fuck off Honky!’ Was all he said then went back tosucking her tit. Beth was lost in a world of her own.She.