2. Not a bad score, and the woman in the Testing Center told me that my score should get better as I got older. She had big boobs as well, just like a...ll the ‘real Confederacy concubines!’ stuff on the web that I tried to keep hidden from the parents. I think mom suspected though.The downside was that the card had my name on it: Leonard J. Knox. At fourteen I hated that name. Len or Lenny, fine, but Leonard – ugh. That was for maiden aunts. Not that I had any maiden aunts, but you know what I. .’ mistress barked…..’Do NOT stop wanking…Do NOT stop playing with your cock I want to see those tights saturated with your precum!’‘Yes Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress’ he replied and he resumed stroking his cock.. The foot of the tights now almost at the tip of his cock….he loved the feeling of his cock encased in nylon…and his balls restricted and almost crushed.‘Stand up..you dirty little fucker’ Mistress commanded.Alan stood erect and Mistress cast her eyes approvingly over his body as he. My wife had always used sex as a negotiating tool and apparently she thought that I was still susceptible to her charms. I told her calmly to take her fucking hands off me and to go fuck the nearest animal she could find with my preference being an elephant then maybe we could work it out.Back now to my story now at hand. She tried to put on a seductive look but when she heard my comment her face turned hard and she slapped me hard in my face. Seconds later she was holding her face in her hands. Every contact I have is in that phone. WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with you?? Mother Africa stood and walked away, leaving John there trying to dry his cell phone with his linen napkin, looking like an idiot screaming and cursing in front of the other lunch patrons. John knew in that moment that he’d pushed too far. He didn’t want her to leave. He didn’t want things to end before they had even started and he ran after her. ?Wait, I’m sorry,? he said, grabbing her arm before she entered the.