I just reached 20 followers, apparently. I have noticed in my scouting of this site that when you reach a certain number of “followers” as they are called, it is only polite to thank those who have joined your force.
So, I take this time to thank you. Don thanks you.
I haven’t anything to say in your concern, considering, I never knew you…. However, if I were to say or request anything in a letter in your direction it would be that, perhaps you should come meet me one day, if mother hasn’t already killed you, and we’ll chat.
I do apologize for your sad ending, however I am not sorry for who I am and what I do. I gave you limits, rules and drew some lines. You crossed them and expected something different from me, after you have seen the way I handle others when they cross over from friend to dushman?
I am trying to enjoy myself, stop talking. *grabs the back of your hair and yanks your head back, rubbing my finger around the tip of your cock*
*The sense of arousal was growing inside me, beginning to show more and more obviously as you toyed with my body. But I fought it, not wanting to give into your games you were playing. As much as I longed for your passion and lust, I wanted it on my own time, not while I was tied up and bound*
Oooh Don...where are you my bad, bad, boy? my little doggy...
*Was tied up from head to toe, shivering from the cold drifts under my naked feet against the concrete floor. I didn’t know where I was but when I heard your voice, my sight began to focus as my mind gripped my surroundings*