She just hoped that psychotic tattoo artist or his degenerate assistant Bojana would not extinguish her life before she had time to peruse the hopeful...ly still living canvas to her heart's content. Her deluded mind was plotting continuously to find a way to eliminate Bojana from the picture and seal her submissive bond with the Ink Master to stay at his side as his new assistant. In her muddled way of thinking that was the best way to insure her safety and prevent her death or sale into slavery. I’m breaking up with you.”“What? Why?”“I just don’t feel like that spark is there anymore.” I was trying so hard not to cry.“Can’t we please just talk about this?”“No we can’t. It will only make things worse. I have to go”He started to say something but I hung up too fast. I didn’t want him to hear me sobbing on the other end. I didn’t want to break up with him. I still loved him, and it broke my heart that he thought I didn’t anymore. But I couldn’t risk losing my virginity to him. I hadn’t. I know you probably won’t believe me.”She climbed out of the tub and said she was going to get us something downstairs, start the wash taking care of my dirty clothes and she disappeared dripping.I waited finishing off my third beer and feeling pretty good, so relaxed after a number of great orgasms. Time passed. Finally she called up saying, “Bring your penis downstairs honey. I have something to show you. This will really get you aroused. You love role playing and this is the bomb.” I. Ihre Schätze, Ihre Welt. Gleich ist sie 5 Stunden alleine. „Ciao Mama!“ und die Tür geht zu. Stille.Ihr Mann Peter kommt schon lange nicht mehr in der Mittagszeit nach Hause, die Kinder kommen auch immer später und so braucht sie gar nicht direkt anzufangen aufzuräumen und zu kochen. Sie geht in das Arbeitszimmer von Peter. Hier hängen auch ihre Zeugnisse und Diplome an der Wand. Sie setzt sich an Peters Laptop, ihrer ist der Zerstörungswut von 2 zu Opfer gefallen. Sie öffnet den Browser und.