Above all I would say he is patient and understanding.In saying this, I admit to being his submissive. But I could never be a slave, much less a Gore...an kajira. I wrote the following, it probably is not surprise to some as I have been told I have the spirit of a kajira. And maybe it will only take the right Master to come along, the owner of my spirit. I found it hard to get any sleep, I have been thinking on this for quite some time, several weeks in fact.? I had been working on this and was. My cock twitched, I'm 50 and I've got this 20 year old playing with my lust like it was hers to toy with. I was just sat there mesmerised, waiting for the next flash of young flesh. Kerry took this as a yes and slowly widened the gap between her knees, the white of her inner thigh framing the blackness of her knickers. Kerry said 'nice?' and I nodded my head as my mouth had forgotten how to speak. and Kerry then told me to put the laptop to one side. As I did and I sat back again it was hard to. I’m sorry. Have a great time. Love you.’ ‘Love you too.’ Natalie hung up the phone and waited for Kate to pick her up. Kate and Marianne were her best friends and they tried to get together on a weekly basis. Marianne had just had twins so they were meeting at her house. Natalie grinned as Kate’s red sports car pulled up. Kate had married an older businessman and was able to be a stay at home wife. ‘Hi Kate. Nice car.’ ‘Thanks. Greg told me if I sucked his cock every morning before work he’d. -----St Patricks on 5th Avenue is a great big European-esque Cathedral. It could be in Paris, London, Madrid or Rome without looking out of place. We walked though the slightly chilly evening along 57th then down 5th. The air was sharp, and the sky was clear. The stars sparkled above us. The traffic had thinned from earlier in the day, with occasional taxi passing us. We walked arm in arm, comfortable in each other's company, chatting about music and film, both with very similar tastes. Her.