“I’m Arnie,” Master responded. Xxnx I slid forward, pressing my forehead to the floor, my thin arms behind me and my ass pointing to the ceiling. “May I touch her?”
He nodded and she took a self-assured step toward me, gently brushing a strand of my long dark hair from my bright blue eyes, the back of her black leather gloved hand sliding down my soft cheek. “Stop! “I’m Arnie,” Master responded. A tall imposing woman with long dark hair approached with a naked petite blonde girl who appeared to be about my age in tow on a leash, a drink carefully balanced in her small hand which she held just above the little pink nipples on her chest that bore small gold rings. I closed my eyes and drifted into a world of my own making.
