He became a total slave to me, he would get up earlier bring me coffee, prepare breakfast for the both of us.He would do anything I commanded him on o...ur bed, I trained him to eat my pussy very well, most days would end with me having several orgasms with his mouth.He was trying very hard to compensate for his tiny dick and keep me happy.It had been a month and I still hadn’t let him fuck me, all he had got was me stimulating his little dicklet with my two fingers.One night after dinner, I was. My phone buzzed again and my heart jumped into my throat. I looked but it was only Sara. I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. Which was weird, all I could think about was what to say to Ali. Do I say it was for her sister? Shit I said she was hot, does she think its meant for her? No she couldn't she has to know it was for Sara. Feeling a little overwhelmed I closed my bedroom door, I was in my sanctuary now. Every time I entered my room I felt a little more peaceful. I painted it. Kya ghar men bhi tum dusron ke saamne aise hi chudwa kar dikhaati ho?” “Aisa mauka aaj tak to naheen aaya lekin agar tum dekhna chaaho to main tumhe apnee chudayi ka khel dikha sakti hoon. Dekhna ho to bolo aisa mauka baar baar naheen milta. Mujhe chudwaate dekh kar tumhaaree bhi choot mast ho jaayegee.” “Thik hai lekin ye hoga kaise, meri to choot abhi se hee chulbula rahi hai.” “Chinta mat karo tum apna phone number dedo main tum se sampark kar lungi.” Aur usne apna phone number de diya tha.. What the hell do I do? And I don’t just mean about him asking me to marry him. I mean the whole thing, the dominance-submissive thing. I don’t have time for this kind of crap!”“I call bullshit, Marty. The only reason you don’t have time for this kind of crap is that you’ve engineered your entire life to make sure you don’t have time for it. Now something really good happens to you, and you want to make excuses? Puhlleeessee…”I was silent. “Was it really good?”“Wasn’t it?”“Yeah, but he…”“Stuff.