Did you know that you already have a little wet spot on your panties? Well, that’s why I told you to wear those pastel pink panties, I just love how... clearly wetness is visible on them. Are you that horny already? No? Oh, don’t tell me you squirted pee into them. You did. Bad girl, you know that I forbade you to pee from the time you woke up this morning. So was that little bit that made the wet spot all, or did you pee more? No? At least that’s something.Keep looking at your ice cream, there’s. A size 16 my ex wife would tell me. She adjusts her walk to a strut and sways her hips my eyes are popping out. My dick is getting hard in the confines of my hipster jeans. She sits down outside the café and looks straight at me smiling. Her lipstick is a bold red her horn rimmed tortoise shell sunglasses are now on the tip of her nose as she looks at the menu. I look under the table her legs are wide apart, the tease is wearing no panties, her neatly trimmed pubic hair sits above to moist. They hammered twenty centimeters of steel straight through her wrist, right between the bones. I winced each time that the hammer hit that nail. Five times, it was, and each time she screamed and she kicked, and on the fifth time, she pissed herself. Will I do that, I wonder and if I do, will I even bloody care! I am, or I was, a proper red-silk pleasure slave. I`m supposed to be soft and sweet and sensitive. She was a tough street urchin, with bare feet that had never seen a proper heeled. You got what you came for, but I would like it if you snuggled up with me for the rest of the night, woke up in my arms tomorrow morning, and we took our time sharing a shower and breakfast before you go to work."Paula looked like you could buy her for a dime and get nine cents change. That told me no one had ever wanted to be with her, but only wanted to do it with her. She got a little misty eyes, so I crawled out of bed and hugged her tightly. She allowed me to cradle her, but fought the.