After checking by Mistress, I was allowed to dry and make it clean. Then mistress ,ordered to get marker. And write her name on top of my cock . big a...nd bold. Yes, I really felt I am owned by mistress, I marked for her, like slaves.Mistress ordered to writing “Her cunt “ on my right leg. So it was all. I was her cunt and slave and humiliated. Then I had to write “cum dump” on my left leg, It was so humiliating but I accepted what I wrote on my body, I was owned and mistress could decided what I. Why would he want to know how finely to grind the horseradish?"Harvey, do you have to ask Bill every week how fine to grind the horseradish? I thought you've been doing this for a long time." I have. I don't need him to tell me..." He stopped, realizing what he was saying. "I thought you might want things different." Just do your job the way you know how to do it, Harv. I'm not going to lean over your shoulder. And I'm not taking a sniff of your horseradish." He looked at me and laughed. We. There was something to be said about unleashing passions berried deep inside a woman. To take a proper woman and turn her into a slut. For the life of him he didn’t know why women took the word slut the wrong way. There was nothing the matter with embracinging your sexual nature. This was supposed to be simple but suddenly he thought it might turn into something he didn’t think was possible. He’d come to see his dominate needs years ago but finding the right woman to complement him had been a. Emily sexually smirks at Tyler then starts looking down at his pants. She stares at it for a few seconds and then looks back up at Tyler still giving off a sexy look. “so, Tyler, if I suck your cock, will you imagine a boy sucking you off or a girl? I honestly don't know Emily. Tell you what we'll play a little game. I'm gonna suck it, and you're gonna imagine what gender you think is sucking you off.” Emily gets up from the sofa and gets between his legs.she pulls down his pants, taking out.