It was 3:30. She'd be home soon. I waited outside her apartment in mycar with a dozen roses. In a basket I brought a bottle of wine, musicand caviar. ...3:30 turned into 10:30 when Jennifer walked towards herapartment."Hi Jennifer!" I smiled. "I thought that I'd be spontaneous! Let's havesome wine!"Jennifer looked surprised. She started, "Well, I have to get up in themorning and..."I interrupted, "Come on Jen, I haven't seen you in a while... can't Icome in for a little bit?" Okay." she. I have reddish brownish hair, that’s long, but sticks out, paleish skin and dark grey eyes. I have muscles sure, but I didn’t flash them about as much as Jackson. My attention was drawn back to Brook as she screamed. Jackson was bent down next to her, holding her to the floor so she couldn’t move. “P-PLEASE! What are you doing to me! Hello! Anyone! Help me! Can you not see what they are doing! HELP!”Minnie grinned, her ruby red lips parting as she crouched down next to the woman, giving me a. I agree, but if you don’t condition your slave to the community standards at home, it is hard to get them used to complying. The community center has an open-pit behind a vanity wall at the pool for slaves. They are expected to squat over a grid, just like the one at the market. There is no toilet paper, just a garden hose. Submissive are permitted to the toilets with permission unless it is a house rule. If I found a slave in the bathroom, they better be attached to a glory hole and not using. It was not a learned response but of course very natural that my hand started to slip slide all over her rump making her moan softly and even ask me verbally to touch all over her warm back bottom. As I took little bit more liberty, she started to shake and wiggle her hips making my hands move more like hard massaging, soft slapping and even love spanking her all over the globes; even following the thong string down inside her crack, searching for something yet nicer. I could not control.