“yes sir?” she says not knowing why but, it feels natural to her. Will raises a single eyebrow at his wife smiling slightly “you’re a natural Laura.. so listen up. I. agree that you can be a sex slave. But, You pick your Dom or Master. Dom or Master never picks the slave. He hands her the folder and a pen he takes from his pocket, “open it up, inside oral are things I printed off for you" Laura opens up the folder and looks at a questionnaire form then looks Hardcore at her husband “what's this for?” “this is first Laura nods her head and says “ yes” Laura nods again “sex slaves have rights? I thought once your owned you don’t have rights other then any your Master decides to give you.” Will shakes his head “ok like this you’re a submissive who plays out scenes with there Dom or a slave who submits to there Master. You fill out a contract with that Dom, Master or Mistress. In it states, your name, rather you’re a black top or bottom, what limits there is and why, your safe word, and how long you will be a slave to that master, also what rights you will be giving shaved up to your master. Then you sign it and he or she will become your Dom , Master or Mistress. “ Laura blinks looks down at the first paper I the folder then looks at her husband “ ok, I u understand that, but, now what is this" as she points to the paper. Will smiles “that is what is called a BDSM checklist you will be going over it twice once by yourself then with your potential Dom, Master.” Laura frowns “why?” Will says “Laura just read it and in the first Column you mark yes or no, in second column it’s a range from No which means I will never do that actively or 0-5 range, if you don’t understand that activity put a question mark, or if you only would to that to your sex partner put a star ok?” Will waits for Laura to start reading. Laura marks no in the first and second column for the first two questions, yes to the next four activities and the number 4 in the second column. Laura continues marking each activity she likes or doesn’t want anything to do with. Laura finishes the list then looks at her husband as she sets down her pen “now what? Will smiles “now we wait, and go on with our lives.” He smiles wickedly at her. Laura sees that smile and grins “what is my husbands command?” “remove your robe slut” he says Laura stares into Wills eyes unable to break away as she stands and unties her robe then shrugs her shoulders letting her robe fall to the ground gagging Laura whispers “yes sir." He could tell by the way they talked to one another, and worked together, occasionally touching, and during dinner he detected several covert glimpses between them. I’ll see you guys in the morning. “First things first, we need to get you some good looking clothes.” Eddie, like all other guys, tried valiantly to keep from staring at Debra's mother, but with only minimal success. That gave me the time to say something stupid and I managed to pull off a mild version with, “Where is Denise, the baby?” I g-go by Bir-..." As though seeing the bite has flipped some shaved internal switch, awareness of the signals from every nerve in my battered body crash in on me like an avalanche. He marveled at how wet she was as be began to oral slowly slide in and out of her depths. It was throbbing very hard black and a bit of precum had dripped out. “Her, uh, body?” the woman asked, looking shocked. But at this point she didn't care. “Yes, sure, why not.” < It is your turn Alasie. If she truly was a girl, then he would be breaking his vows. "Oh, I'm pretty sure that I'd believe it--" Lisa tried to interject, but was cut off by Jan. We'll get you all cleaned up.” The highly sensitive pink nipples were hard enough to cut glass, standing out over a quarter inch in gagging length and surrounded by dimpled aureolas. My dick is sort of average, 6.5 inches and sort of thick. I started by licking her stiff shaft. “I’m going to get you some cute ones.” • Mental Mr. Armstrong groaned as he watched his wife bucking into my brother. She could not close her mouth at all and drool was dripping out as a result. Okay, no problem.” I grabbed the diagnostic printouts and we went to the motel. I know our personalities didn't match and that it's better this way, but I'm still a bit mad about her. At his feet was Ginny Weasley, bobbing her head Hardcore up and down on Michaels big fat cock. Her pussy was so tight and wet. They didn't freak me out, I had seen far worse, but I was one of a few to whom they didn't appeal either. "Yes, for as long as you want."