Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. Fortunately, no new extremities. Unfortunately, thinking about it now, that would be rather intriguing. For once in a long while, I cracked a wide grin.Knocking on the study door snapped me back into reality."Doctor?" Jennifer called. "I'm coming in."Jennifer opened to door and slipped her way inside, closing the door behind her. As I said before, Jennifer is my personal maid. Her chocolate skin, dark hair, and green eyes seemed to mix well together, giving her a beautiful appearance. If I. “No sir”. You stand up, walk out, and tell me not to touch myself again. I curl into a tight ball and cry. After a few minutes, you come back in and let me out asking if I was going to behave now. “Yes, sir” I reply. You ask me to tell you again about the fantasy that My husband and I discussed. I told you that one of his biggest fantasies was to watch me getting gang fucked by 3-5 men. Fucking my pussy, my ass, my mouth; all over and over again. He wants it to be recorded so we can.Read More
