At the heart of my submission to my Master is, of course, that my body belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a slave I... am expected to keep my body ready to be used at all times. All my body hair must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear skirts, not trousers, and am forbidden from wearing panties at anytime. Master must have free access to me at all times. Nothing matters but Masters pleasure and satisfaction. My pleasure. When she did, her mouth gaped open.“Careful opening up that wide, Honey, you might get a big mouthful of man meat. Especially since you lied to me.”“Huh?”“You said you’ve only seen one full grown cock. That’s a lie. You already saw this one, this morning, when you were peeking through the kitchen door.”She slid the laptop onto the floor, rose to her knees, took ol’ Fat Boy in her hand and started her inspection, “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, Pops.” After watching the videos, she. Jun's English is fine. She tells me that Jake advises her of any, and every mistake, she might make. I ask her if she finds that infuriating. She looks at me in wonder ... she tells me she demanded it from Jake. He didn't want to do it. She tells me they had a fight about that. How could she teach these girls if she was not getting corrected when she made a mistake? Jake agreed, finally, and her English is, possibly as a result of that, quite good. My presence here simply relieves her of a few. I bought it, well .. a bunch, a hand is the correct term, and all the other shopping got left in the kitchen for a while, as took my banana to bed. I put a condom on my new friend and fucked myself vigorously with it, in the end I crammed another one up my arsehole , as well. Finally I was so tired I showered, put the perishables away, ate mybanana friend and opened a bottle of wine. Towards the end of the bottle of wine a male friend called from Sweden, where he's in a rock band. He soon.