Hey, you used the wrong terminology by the way. You got so into it that you were talking like you've actually done this shit already."I gave Fred my b...est and most serious stare, as I paused for theatrical effect."Fred, I do have a sex slave and you know her. I've seen how you glare at her boobs when she's around, stripping her nude with your eyes and virtually panting in heat sometimes. She's a grown woman who loves to be dominated and has agreed to be my slave. I use her any way that I want. His voice was a chokedwhisper.Pam undid his jeans and Todd lifted himself off theseat so she could push them down. His penis jumped outat her and she squealed. Todd sighed.It stood up from his lap like a pole. Pam stared,fascinated by it. Todd’s was a lot like her oldboyfriend’s, only much longer and much thicker. It hadridges and bumps and fat blue veins that ran just underthe skin. Her eyes followed its length to his balls.She reached out to touch it with her trembling hand.Todd. ?Get on your knees and lick my boots clean? I ordered. He promptly got on his knees and started licking them clean of today's dirt. In the mean time I was getting wetter and wetter. This feeling of power and control was making me high. After a while I ordered him to stop and told him to go get me a drink and bring it to the bedroom. He left for the bar attached to the dining room and kitchen and I went into the bedroom, locked the door and stripped of my horrid salwar top and leggings. I put my. I lasted longer and we both climaxed. What a happy birthday!She wouldn’t let me spend the night and said we could only have sex once a week even though we got together other times. I really began to wonder about my assessment of her sexual history but was not brave enough to ask her directly. During an anthropology class that we had together she brought up the subject of sex in different cultures. When I saw the reading list she gave me I got really curious. What was she trying to tell me? As.