When her panting had slowed she turned her Master and he held out the belt,Pinky slowly minced over to him and grabbed the belt. It was made of stiffl...eather about 3? wide and was covered in the same blush pink patent leatheras the ballet boots. There was no buckle, just a slit and a matching hasp withan unlocked padlock hanging from it. The front of the belt had the word Pinkypicked out in pinky -red rhinestones and in between the n and the k was a solidmetal half loop. Pinky held the belt. I use to see sometimes, in a drunken state he comes home and treats her like a bitch. I have also heard noises from their room during sex times, which use to happen once or twice in a month. He may just lift her nightie, put his dick in the pussy and fuck her like a dog.After his unloading is done he use to sleep off leaving aunty unsatisfied. Sometimes she use to cry because of the pain and being of shy nature she never use to ask him much.She might just lower her nightie and go to sleep with. Was she disappointed? Or was she excited?Had she seen bigger? Had she had bigger… “Ric…how do you only weigh 70 kilo’s with that thing in your pants?”We both bursted into laughter.She started playing,with the thing.Stroking,no stroking isn’t a good word for it. More like petting my dick until it was standing upright for its nation!She started the normal routine. She got her top off,Bra off, and started hand jobbing.She was experienced. I felt it. Badly.Her firm boobs standing out proud while my. Wouldn't it take forever to get anappointment with a hairstylist if there were no gay males? Would wehave anywhere near enough long-distance truckers if lesbians didn'texist? And what would we do without women, bless them? Aren't theywonderfully decorative?Let me now tell you about Erika's impact on my life so you'll knowenough to flee for your life -- or at least, to shield your gonads --if you too encounter a liberationist. When I met Erika for the firsttime at that fateful party, Cambridge.