“We weren’t a healthy couple, you know. I would have left him soon anyway,” she confessed, soberly. “From that point of view, I owe you one, I... guess, for sparing me the hassle.”“Not at all,” I joked in a half-assed attempt to cover my bad conscience. Unhealthy or not, the fact that I had acted as a catalyst for a break-up felt like an unwanted, yet honest personality check. You know, this type of life lessons that are supposed to teach you some sort of deeper morale but, in fact, seldom leave a. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those who paid my master for my services would be all the more satisfied. Being a slave, this was not a profession of my choosing, and I was well aware of how easily one mistaken action or improper word could cost me the most painful of ends. By the time my manhood had fully bloomed though, I had become quite skilled, and had also learned the. Time was running out on me, as it was only two more days to go and I still hadn't come up with a plan to conceal what Charles had told me was going to happen.It was vital that no one saw anything strange, as I didn't want to become either a 'freak', or a laboratory rat for the US government. All I wanted was to get on with my life and share it with my girl.On the Wednesday before my birthday, I had what I thought was a brilliant idea. Picking Brenda up from St Ann's, I drove her over to her. One thing to another, each passing day we began messaging each other in private, and this past Monday we finally met, had lunch coffee and had a spark. We agreed both to take day off work and meet up today and have each others first female sexual encounter.We set to meet at my place for 12pm. 1030 came I was so anxious, nervous etc, typing with someone from here, took my shower, I didn't shave my pussy, I haven't in 2 years, I love hairy pussy natural look. From her postings online she is clean.