Snowy eek-end - Sex Stories

Snowy eek-end

6:00 Saturday morning, my Master called me for a weekend in the mountains, I had an hour to prepare for his taste and cancel my plans. At 07:00 happen to look at me with a "surprise"! I quickly shave me sex and underarms, performed my ablutions, smear me the body of my lotion "Angel scent", redid my nails of hands and feet, make up on me and I donned in the Hollywood style of the 40's, pulled my new white corset, silk stockings and my and my long-sleeved sheath dress in crossover neckline rubans. still preparing a small suitcase with warm clothes and necessary to address the requirements of my beloved Master. At 6:55 I finished my preparations breath and gave me a double espresso. At the requested time, I knelt down behind the front door, palms facing the sky. In this posture, I looked forward to the sound of my Master, my mind already was building miles scenarios for this mysterious trip to the mountains. time seemed endless, I spent those moments kneeling to prepare a few words of reverence for Him, if he allowed me to talk to him and look into his eyes. But after twenty long minutes in this position, my muscles already came in pain, and began to subside me. He worried watching me through the camera installed at home, I was trying painfully to maintain correct posture ... Well, I heard a key to enter my lock! I looked down, stretch every muscle in my body and opened my mouth up ... I saw his beautiful legs pass the porch. He threw a great package on the sofa and it ...

... directed toward the bathroom humming. I heard Him urinated loudly and emit a loud burp. It seemed to ignore my very presence. Soon, i felt him back softly behind me ... suddenly he grabbed the hair, lifted me up, turned me around and kissed me greedily. He threw me on the couch, ordered me to sit, he placed the large rectangular box over my knee and sat down heavily on it (and on my knees). My legs were nearly breaking under the weight of my Master (double the mine). The rib cage crushed by his broad shoulders, I pulled my breath to swallow thin puffs of oxygen. He grabbed my computer on the table. His magnificent voice, powerful and intimidating finally sank in my ear: "Little Justine, I'll check if you do your homework well! ". It is even more strongly pressed against my chest preventing all access to the air to my lungs. Feeling my rising panic, he released the pressure and leaned forward to tapping away on my laptop, he checked the browsing history, eliminated some profiles "friend" He judged unhealthy various accounts that I had opened at His request on pornographic sites. He read all my conversations; a laugh sometimes be annoying to others, he scribbled a short comments evaluation grid and put crosses in small boxes. He checked carefully the photographs I had selected on the Web, also noted. The weight of his body on my frail little legs beginning to make me suffer horribly and I could no longer hold my little moanings of pain. He took pleasure in prolonging the visit of the ...