He was devoted to his work and wasn’t looking for commitment. Anna was an English rose. Every man who came across her would try his best to woo her... with riches and passionate words, but all fell short. She had rich, wavy brown hair and piercing almond coloured eyes that would twinkle each time she laughed. She loved running and had a body to die for. She had curves in all the right places and when she moved on the dance-floor, men would look at her openly and girls would look away in envy. She. " That was obvious.Peter wanted to be emasculated. He wanted to serve his "Daddy." Hewanted to give "Daddy" the greatest present of all - himself.Peter had surrendered himself and his masculinity to his "Daddy."Could I ever do that? Would I want to? Who would be the lucky "Daddy?"Well, it wouldn't be Mr. Hardman, I could tell you that. Or Mr. Creamer.They had abandoned me. Not that being with Freda was bad. It wasfantastic. But shouldn't Mr. Hardman be?well?there for me?My little pickle was in. Things are looking better and better. being their first time, they all go to a near by place for a drink and a chance for those pussy lips to slip out. to get to know each other better. 30 mins later, she says its time to go. now. having the real thing there and thinking about his real thing ramming her ass whore was almost to much to stand. the wet spot in the seat was proof of that. she could tell the ass whore is nervous and knows that she will and can take charge. the ride back is quick.. ”While Rebecca strode over to her bike, I pressed the remote in my jacket pocket as I headed for the Valkyrie. The heavy door swung open with a hiss, and I climbed inside, taking a refreshing lungful of cold, clean air. After the blistering heat and dust outside, it felt wonderful to be able to breathe more easily. I stripped off my long-coat and hat, placing them in the passenger’s seat, and settled back in the familiar driver’s chair. It was a wonder of ergonomic design, moulding itself to my.