The eyes of a Master. You look down quickly, trying to find something, anything, for your eyes to focus on. Your breath quickens; becoming more shallo...w, as the knot tightens slightly once again. "Take off your clothes." My voice is the voice of a Master as well. Deep. Controlled. Almost a whisper. Your mind is racing, seeking the words you need to deny me what I want; to demand that I return your at once to the party upstairs. Your mouth hangs slightly open, waiting for your mind to fill it.. She had even skipped the senior prom because it was reputed to be the primary reason girls failed to come to the marriage bed with their maidenhood intact. Kaylie was not entirely opposed to that sort of scenario; it was just that most of the boys who would be prone to ask her to the prom were not her ideal choice for a "designated cherry picker".Now the summer was here and she had plans to find some acceptable swinging dicks to stuff all her holes with serious intent and with little or no. Maine white top aur blue jeans pehn ke tution gayi taki sir mere sharir par reham kha kar meri madad karen aur maine jab sabh bacche tution se chale gaye to maine unse pucha ki……….Me—-sir aap se ik baat karni haiSir—-hanji beta batao Me—— sir aap bura to nahin manoge naaaa.Sir–beta baccho ka bura nahin manteMe—sir main aapse yeh kehna chahti hun ki aapko pata hai ki main parahii mein thodi kamzoor hun aur main shayad pass bhi naa ho payun…..isliyee….Sir—haan bolo beta kyaaa.Me– sir aap meri. The General watched the rocks rise into the air and then fall amongst his men. Men dropped to the ground all around him. Despite his shock at the nature of the defense, he knew that the only thing that would save them would be to close the distance between them and the enemy. He shouted, "Charge!"It was too little and too late. The men around him ran forward to meet the enemy. Those out of earshot stood their position and fell to the falling rocks. Less than five hundred men ran forward with.