He turned to the first page of the journal and started reading. The journal of Sophie Mitchelson (nee DuPont), 7th July 2006 (with additions from an a...nonymous contributor)It seems so long ago now that these events happened or, in reality (whatever that now means) have still to happen, that this record of events seems like a narrative of another persons life and dreams. Maybe they are - I don't know, it is so confusing to me now.I can still remember the described events vividly despite my. After talking more about our relationship, she said that she wanted us to go to the theater so she could watch me. I suggested that she should join and she snapped, no, this is about me watching you. I was turned on, nervous, and a little scared. I had no idea what to expect, but decided we were probably going to break up anyway so why not give it a try. I asked when and she said she wanted to go now. This was at 4pm on a Saturday. I did not expect more than 1 or 2 guys so going at a slow time. She had wanted to spend a leisurelyafternoon by herself ? indulging herself, of course. Her husband was away inJapan for the next week participating in a medical conference, and her twochildren were both away at camp for the summer. Elizabeth had hoped show theproperty to her client's stepdaughter by noon and then have some time for someshopping, a trip to the spa, and perhaps a Latte with a few of her marriedgirlfriends (? Desperate Housewives? ? definitely!) before retiring with agood book at. I was not allowed to stop licking and sucking until Lucy achieved an orgasm and by which time Master Ivan’s penis was so swollen I thought it would burst. Prior to that night I had only ever seen two other penises and they were both puny compared with this monster.I still had my head between Lucy’s thighs when I felt the master bend down behind me and his monster brush my anal opening. I immediately lifted my head and begged the mistress not to let him take me there. “Tell the master you.