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Seeing him suck my cock when we do a scene takes me over the edge even faster. I crave his hot mouth when he says words of devotion and adoration for ...is Goddess. Queen. Mistress. Also him using dirty words making me scratch him, bite him. Mark him. Deciding to allow him this scene was unselfish. I am jealous and never allow others to touch my collared slave. Viewing the pics again, seeing this slut sucking on my slave, gives me another idea. ‘Turn around,’ I command my slave. I am presented. ..I still didn't have the answers standing there but I was calmed down byDaddy's words and the knowledge that it was just fine. I just had tofigure it out for myself.I took a cab ride back to my apartment in Brooklyn. The ride was one ofthose wistful 'morning-after' ones in New York, with a too-bright bluesky and all the Saturday activity of the city.My mind was bouncing between the fun, and the other thing that Daddy hadsaid: "If we meet again, it's the beginning of the end for [my. My boyfriend seemed to have splashed out on different clothes for every day of our trip, and thankfully the clothes he got me to wear that day were slightly more respectable than the micro-bikini he’d chosen for me the day before. But only slightly better – as he dressed me in a tiny suede waistcoat that came about six inches below my boobs, and tiny skintight gold hot pants which couldn’t have been four inches from top to bottom. whole slutty outfit completed by see-through hooker platform. I was going to try and save their marriage and keep any of this from Jim. I called her when I knew Jim would not be at home and asked could she drop by my house and help me with something. I told her that I would save the details until she got here. Being the great helpful person she is she readily agreed. When Dot arrived I asked her to have a seat and told her she would probably need a drink, which she took. I told her I was going to try and save her marriage to which.

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