negitave 50 shades part one
The day I felt nothing wanted nothing. I looked upon craigslist found an ad that I thought would fulfill my needs, my wants, ,my desires. It asked for a slave, one to fulfill his needs. I wrote an email saying I am the slut you are looking for. We spoke we made plans to meet up, at whore motel paid by the hour. I was told to pull in the garage, remove my cloths and crawl like a dog up the satirs. Nervouse as all hell pulled in, saying what the hell removing my shirt pacing then my pants and...