“The freedom to go when the mood takes you,” she queried. “No, thanks, breathaliser and all that,” I said apologetically. XNXX “Well improve your aim,” she said as she stepped back to allow me into the hallway. “Masturbating,” she said, “Is a rather individualistic activity not readily mistaken for any other.”
“I’m just uncomfortable that’s all,” I protested. To be continued Read 25113 times |
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The kitchen door opened, “Mistress,” a girl’s voice trilled. “Not now kitten,” the woman insisted. “That was just a technicality,” I explained. “Which is clearly why you are masturbating,” she declared. “She is not allowed to use the lavatory, ever, she just mops up afterwards,” she explained, “Like a dog, a bitch.”
“And that turns you on?” I asked incredulously.
