Zedrime

There is a certain charm to your kneeling form. Perhaps it's the ease of your obedience or the curve of your tits... but you know it is your inner need betrayed by your quickening breath. You wear your yearning on your face and it makes you pretty. I am not put off by the the slight tremble in your voice and the hesitation you occassionaly display, I know it is just because you do not find your needs there in your man's bed, but here under my spell. I will send you back to him, but only after I have had my fill.

Send me a note, I will not prejudge and will take the time to tell you what you need to hear. Best do so sooner than later, I am new to this site and I may tire of this soon enough.