The worse part of sexual disgrace is waiting for my Master.
The worse part of sexual disgrace is waiting for my Master. He had my neck collared to a post, bent over and arms belted to a rod. My energy depletes by the time he finally walks in.
The worse part of sexual disgrace is waiting for my Master. He had my neck collared to a post, bent over and arms belted to a rod. My energy depletes by the time he finally walks in.