My nipples were adorned with rings. My labial lips followed and also sportedSir's jewelry. I came to barely remember the embarrassment of the piercing...s.They became so much a part of me that I scarcely noticed them unless they wereinadvertently stimulating me or being incorporated by Sir into my pain or pleasure.On the surface and to all appearances, I was my Master's true slave. All wasnot as it seemed though. During this early time with Sir, before the training sessions began, therewere. Even in Florida, all naked women look alike. If someone had bothered looking at the "slave bodyguards" they would have noticed that all of them were identical except for their scalp hair--all four had different hairstyles and haircuts. They wore slave collars and were barefoot.Hank was professionally dressed for a presentation in a dark pinstripe suit, contrasting striped shirt and a print tie. One would have to be very near Hank to see that his tie was tastefully printed with tiny cartoon. And to my surprise I do love everyone in the house. For a while after I first got here I thought that I'd still feel like I did when I was forced to have sex with whoever came through my door or be beaten and have sex anyway, but I don't.Something you mentioned about my leash and collar made me consider just what I am trying to say. I want to tell everyone that I belong to someone and that they have to at least ask permission of my owner before they have sex with me. So I went to Marissa and. "Kenny rammed his hips at Lara and forced her groin into the mattress, as his cock found the waiting hole. Her hips bounced back at the boy and she desperately gasped for air when numerous inches of burning meat entered her womanly domain. Kenny liked taunting the young woman and couldn't resist doing it more. "Are you a cockteaser with Steve? Do you show him your tits ... your little cunt and then not let him screw you?"No. Never!" The next time you strut around, showing off those juicy tits.