MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 2011
PLEASE, MISTRESS...
As he is allowed to kneel in front of Her and to press his face against her belly and feel her warmth, he deeply inhales her scent, that mix of womanhood and fragrance that is hers only.
And he feels a stirring he barely can control.
With his face buried in her lap, a shiver running along his spine, he whispers:
"Please, Mistress..."
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