"Master, we will stay and accept whatever you wish to do with us."Tom shook his head. He thought, 'Why is it that every time I tell a woman how bad I ...will treat her, and give her a chance to run, she stayed there and tells me how happy she will be to be treated like shit. Is it something about women in general, or have I just always met the wrong women?'Tom wasn't smiling when he asked, "Do you have a way to stop from getting with child?"The women looked up at him like he had just kicked them. He had a fit fighters chest and was built similar to Mike Tyson. He was covered in muscles, she had never seen before even in an anatomy book. Her gaze kept traveling down over his stomach and towards his crotch. She gulped imagining what his penis must look like. She wasn't disappointed.A black python, she thought, it looks like a giant black python. His penis was eleven inches long and as big around as her wrist. It was rock hard and so big that it's weight caused it to angle down slightly. The smile turned into a laugh. “I see what you’re doing. I’ll need 24 hours.”“Why would any man not want to be married to a witch?” I said before I jumped on the bed and rolled my sweet witch wife under me. oooOooo On the third day of August 1977, Agnes and I drove into Stockholm in a new black Pontiac Trans-Am with a giant eagle painted on the hood. I was wearing a cowboy hat and jeans. Agnes was sporting long brown hair and a body that would, as the saying goes, stop a clock. I pulled into. It was a collection of short movies showing females having massages, I’d never had a massage but watching these decided that if I did I’d definitely want it to be like these! There was 1 guy who was great in my view, he had strong arms a taut stomach & wonderful large hands that could hold the girls breasts easily. He slathered massage oil on those hands and started by stroking up and down her legs. As he moved up and down her legs you could see her visibly relaxing, it looked sooo good!His.