Ialso never wore the bra size of 52EE or very tight clothes that show offmy very slender very firm body with legs that go from here to Hell andback an...d an ass that men would love to fuck forever. My hair was blacknot blonde, my eyes were hazel not a piercing pale blue and I was prettyintelligent now I'm dingy as hell only thinking of how to pleasuremen/women with my body. I'm writing this because my Mistress ordered me to, and she gets whatevershe wants, or she changes me into whatever she. Their conversation? About her ex-husband to be of course.“It’s been too long,” said Owen. “The man doesn’t want to be found or contacted. Anyway, now that the divorce is final, how about we set the date?”“Yes, it’s time,” she said. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”“June first?” he said. She smiled.“Sounds like a winner,” she said. He came to her and took her in his arms.She leaned into him and felt, something, safe maybe, secure. She thought back to her man overseas. She was never able to. ??????????? Jason hadme sit in the very middle of the theater. He had me lean forward as he lockedmy hands together with a pair of handcuffs behind my back. Jason placed in myhand a small plastic object about the size of a remote control for a car. Thenhe tied a small zip lock bag loosely around my neck so that it was hanging onmy boobs. Looking down I saw a note on it saying ?Please play with me and setme free.? In the bag were a number of condoms. Jason then used handcuffs tolock each of my. Out in the real world, Sasha and I were deeply in love. After she had moved in with me, we never wore clothes around the apartment. Every time we were within reach, we were touching. I would run my hands through her jet black straight pubic hair or spread my fingers and run my hand over and strum one of her nipples, letting it bend and rebound between each finger.One month before our wedding, I had just given Sasha’s right nipple a playful pinch when I notice that she winced.“Sasha, are you.