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Languages: 🧸 I'm learning English

Location: Europe

Smokes/Drinks: 🧸 no/no

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 20

Body Type: 🧸 all natural

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A well paid stay at home wife with no dependents, earning between forty-five and fifty dollars an hour, might be a bit like her, she thought, quite poor. Certainly not enough to support herself and her children. "Please, Master, don't cut me off. I cannot refuse you. My husband and my children will not move in with me. I live out here in a very expensive tin, with a swimming pool and billiards. I am a very pretty red head, and I love it." "I can't ignore your decency, Visa Bin For Streamate," his old hands rasped. "We were told that you were a pretty red head, didn't we, at least from what we see on TV." "Yes, Master, so we are in fact. I hope that you will look after me. I am Visa Bin For Streamate, a housewife, middle class, quite happy, I assure you." He knelt at her side and scooped her up in his arms and laid her gently on his back, her head on his chest. He stroked her hair and kissed her eye as they drifted into a peaceful sleep. * * * * * * * Copyright ©2001 May not be reprinted without permission [This story must not be posted anywhere other than email or the comments area at erotica.com] * * * * * * * * Sunday morning came quickly enough for Master Visa Bin For Streamate. The school year had just ended, and the work week had begun in earnest. Master Visa Bin For Streamate took pride, for he knew that Visa Bin For Streamate whooped and panted just as every Sunday, due to the pressure put on her by her Masters. It was a test, for she knew that it was dependent on how well Visa Bin For Streamate responded to the Almond Ointment.

She was ready. To be tested and pushed beyond her limits. She had been warned repeatedly not to put Almond on herself unless absolutely necessary. It had hurt, but she had learned her lesson. She always did as her Masters asked. Master Visa Bin For Streamate took great pleasure in the humiliation of his slaves. When they had passed his "toughness" test and determined that Visa Bin For Streamate was strong enough to be able to take on and defeat him, he took to the den. and informed Visa Bin For Streamate of her new position. "You will crawl, little one," he told her. "You will call me Sir, and I will refer to you as Master." It was a new and strange world to Visa Bin For Streamate. Clothing for the test were thrown on Jenna at the command of her new Master. As she crawled through the bathroom, Visa Bin For Streamate could see many of her Masters work clothes on display in the corner. She was wearing one that held very much in its weight, yet it had been modified for anal sex. "Now crawl, angel," Visa Bin For Streamate said, warning her to be careful as she came up behind him..

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