However sick it was, I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I wanted to see him, them, squirm. I wanted to make him, them, suffer. I wanted to punish them. T...he thoughts alone seemed to satisfy, even please, me. Heaven could only guess the pleasure I would get from executing it. Every night, nightmares haunted me. I wanted more. James had become my drug. The sex toys left behind did me no good, they only frustrated me. I wanted my master back. — ‘Suck it like the slut I know you are,’ whispered that. I want my own private fashion show. I want to ravish youwith my eyes first and later maybe I'll ravish you properly. She leeredlasciviously. Is that OK with you?" I'd love to try on a lot of the stuff we bought, and I can't think ofanything better than showing it to you. Should I make us something toeat first?" Tanya, the only thing I want to eat tonight is you. Come on, I told youI had a lovely dress for you. Let's go and get it."We went upstairs and she got out a gorgeous fire-engine red. I hoped that her flaming red hair would make her stand out, even in a crowd. But there were just too many girls around to find one in specific.I made a long overdue at the store for some supplies, also to find out what's been happening in town lately."Hey there Bill," I called out as I walked through the door. "Anything new happen while I was away?" No, nothing Jim boy," he greeted me. "Where you been hiding yourself lately?" You know, business," I told him. "Internet trading mostly. Been. After a couple of moments of rest, I gripped the base of the dildo and twisted it inside her. This served two purposes: first, it helped to spread the lube a bit better, and secondly, the sensation of the head-turning just inside her ass caused her to gasp loudly."Oh God, Master!" she cried out. In her lapse in concentration, she let go of her ass cheeks and moved her hands down to ball up huge handfuls of the sheet in her hands. That was all right–I was in her ass with my dildo and I didn't.