I booked a lunchtime appointment over a week in advance and was in turmoil the whole time. What was wrong with me? I'd done the hard part nine months ...earlier so couldn't understand my nerves. Maybe it was what else I wanted to do this time..... I'd decided to try and knock two more items off my fantasy list - being handcuffed and being filmed. Matt's profile stated he liked, amongst lots of other things, both "being filmed" and "role play" and in an e-mail conversation, following our initial. Jamie started to cry. Tears ran down her cheeks from the corner of her eyes. Mathew worried that maybe she had reached her limit. “Sir, I have let you down and I can’t stand the feeling. I want to be yours. I want you to be happy. I want you to love me. I want you to be proud of me.” “My mind is preoccupied with these thoughts of what I want, yet I know that what I want is not important. It matters only what you want.” “Sir, you have been too kind to me. You have let me have my way. You have. So here we go, The first page dated back to19th Jan, 2008. In her words now…The first time I saw an adult movie today at Mohini’s house. I felt something in my vagina, the feeling was so good. I even saw a solo masturbating scene and did the same thing what the girl did with her ‘pussy’, hehe, pussy, what a funny word. A moment came after a minute or so, which drove me crazy. It was awesome. I would try it daily from now on at Mohiniz while watching those movies.Me-Guys I have extracted some. Her anus. Her asshole. Her rectum. Natalie’s rectum. Her shithole. I still hadn’t seen her asshole properly due to the vanilla nature of our sexual relationship, but I was struggling to wait any longer. I wanted to see her anus so badly. To even just look at it. Observe it. Smell it. And finally of course to inspect it, with all the bodily tools available to me. Yes, the thought of Natalie’s ass spread open like that, her asshole on view, and of what she would be thinking and saying at the same.