His constant attentions wore down those concerns however, and soon she was panting with excitement. But she realized, it didn’t matter what she wanted, or what felt good for her, she wanted to be a slave, his slave, and had told him as much. Do you know that Mediterranean fusion joint downtown? No, he wouldn’t do that, he doesn’t need to, he just needs to ask, and I’ll move in with him tomorrow. So, I’ll reward you by letting you give me a blowjob, then I’ll use your face as a rag to wipe my cum off. She was thankful it was so dark, as the driver probably couldn’t see her Master’s cum on her face, but he could almost certainly smell her arousal. I want you to shave your cunt bald Wednesday morning, and to re-apply all these marks daily. Do you know that Mediterranean fusion joint downtown? She quickly walked out his front door, heat upon her face.
