When my daughter brings our food, I will say «いただきます» (Itadakimasu). This is the normal Japanese word of thanks for the preparation of t...he food, but also to honor the life that was given so that we may eat. This is an important word for you to learn, similar to perhaps saying a prayer before your meals at home.”We were served fish, vegetables, and rice and I ate with my chopsticks, getting small words of either correction or encouragement from Sensei Ichirou. When we finished, tea was served in. Laughing at me, calling me names, and finally departing, leaving me unsatisfied. I lost count of how many times I was fucked, of how often I climaxed, of how long I hung there, encouraging the crowd to use me over and over, hardly even noticing when Laura and Ally returned to collect me, cum dripping from my cunt, splattered on my belly, running down my thighs, pooling on the lawn beneath me… “Did you enjoy yourself, slut?” Ally asked, her eyes full of amusement as she looked me over, shaking. We pointed out the various contraptions we had and gave them a quick—but clinical—safety briefing for some of the devices, such as the hydraulic bondage rack and the pedestal-mounted Sybian.Of paramount interest was the rack of TV monitors and computer controls. When we built the house, we wired it all over for sound and video. There are surveillance cameras mounted in all of the public rooms, at all of the entrances (inside and out), as well as in the kids's rooms. We can monitor almost all of. Why? b'cuz I feel so guilty about it and wanted to get off my chest. The worst part is that part of me enjoyed the experience. So y'all ladies who read this plz tells me I'm not alone.That is all said and done let's move on to my confession.My name is Lisa, but everyone just calls me Lizzy, I just turned 21 a week ago. My mom and dad are your strict, typical Hmong parents, who want me to get a good education, find a good wealthy man to marry.Even though they are strict, they don't mind what.