I remember thinking, why are they smiling as I opened the door to see my Master naked and restrained face down on the bed.When he heard the door close... he said, “I have been a very bad boy.”As I released his restraints, I told him, “You had better be an even worse boy or I am going to find someone else to take care of me.”As my Master pulled me into his arms I said, “Do you know how much you mean to me and how much better my life has been since I met you?”He looked into my eyes and replied, “I. They were at the club.Inside, Lisa was overwhelmed by the sight of so many striking black woman and their young white girlfriends, all dressed like Lisa. Like whores on the street. Some dancing, some chatting and some in booths in various stages of undress pleasuring their mistresses.While Troya went to work behind the bar, Sonya and Lisa sat on the other side and in seconds drinks were in front of them. When do I get to cum Sonya, begged Lisa?Soon dear. Soon, said Sonya. Smiling.Soon women. Okay, are we good? Sure?Then I think it is time to introduce you to the unlikely stupid Mainmoron of this hideous story. Curtains up for Frank Frankster, the self-proclaimed manliest man alive:Prolog: The damn consciousnessThe train was so damn long, and it wouldn't shut the fuck up."So, I mean, who asked me? Did anybody think about what I would feel? I go on a straight line with not so many curves from fucking Tokyo to fucking Kyoto and back, and this every fucking day!"Frank evaded a very. He continued wetting his balls with her tongue for several minutes. Then, with his penis fully erect, he was ready for his next move. “Get on the bed.” She lay down on his bed, on her back, keeping her arms obediently at her sides. His eyes running over her body gave her sweet chills. There was nothing better than being lusted after. He got on the bed and grabbed her ankles, pushing them forward and up near her head. Her cunt and ass were presented to him, right before his eyes. She gasped with.