I have a key to it and there are no cameras there.” She looked again to Gavin, who considered a moment without losing his smile, before nodding.“I...f I’m not already there,” Amanda concluded, “I will be shortly after. No fuss,” she ordered as Christina began to protest, “no more tears and histrionics. We’ve made our bed and we’re damn well going to have to lie in it.” Maybe literally. “You’ve got those details?”She had to repeat them for the baffled teen, but finally seemed to get through. How. Again I say, make it short. like a miniskirt, but not like a dick. if you can't, make an apealing title and add the rest in subtitle.3. add tags, lots of them don't overtly abuse them, but even if a hint is there, go for it. as one author put it, tags are free ad-boards. 4. always know your genre. don't post in dark fantasy if its about motherly love without mommy licking sons feet (on a chain). nothing pisses off a soft erotica romantic reader (and his wifes sister) than to find a woman raped. I was frozen and all I could do was say, “Oh god, ohgod” as her hand was stoking the fire in my pussy. Shethen put her tongue in my ear, bit my ear lobe andsaid, “You want me to fuck you don’t you my sweetlittle cunt, it’s about time you gave me your sweetcunt bitch, I’ve been waiting over a year to fuck youmy sweet, now take your shorts off.” I was totally hers now; my pussy needed relief sofucking bad, I would do anything to get that relief, soI undid. He had a gleam in his eye and a small smirk on his face which struck me as quite mysterious. As I came closer John told me he had planned a few surprises for me, but he wouldn't say more until we got to his house.As I walked in the door, I saw that there was a present on the countertop in the kitchen and John motioned for me to open it. Inside was a collar and leash set to match Brutus' and some leather shorts. John asked me if I would truly be his toy and would I mind wearing these new things..