Camgirl Taylor Marisa - I was wankin the other day while he was out.

I like Camgirl Taylor Marisa. A lot. A lot more than the guys in my past would ever admit to. What made me the happiest, though, was that I had no idea what anyone was even did on their lives. I like to think I'm some kind of liberated slave. All of the guys in my past would have killed for me. Nowadays, I'm goin' for it. I'm no different. I look into your eyes, capturing them with my body, my mouth. I have an evil grin that makes your cock twitch at it's base. You see it and startle at the same time.

“What are you doing,” your mentor breathes on my neck. “You asked for it,” your Master husks. “You will not get it,” your Master growls. “Why?” your master barks. “Because I want it.” “All right.” your master barks. “Say it.” “I'll bet you have to come up with something to put in your ass.” “Thank you.” “Okay.” you reluctantly agree. “Put that thing up.” “Come up and lie down.” “There’s no need to come up here.” your master barks. You fall into it, instantly. “You have your collar on,” your master quietly laughs. You smile up at him. Then you realize he has his arm wrapped around you, too, holding you close. He gives a small laugh and smacks the back of your neck with his palm.

You flinch, but only enough to moan, “Fuck.” “I know.” you whisper, under your breath. He slides out of your ass, backs away from you, and picks up the belt. “This is for spanking me.” he informs you. “It is a small leather strap,” he explains. It is perfect for such a thing as this. “You will not be spanked on the farm.” He gives you a wink and a memory before brushing you off. “Tattle and follow me.” you obey. “It will take some time.” Your new master leads you to the back yard. You follow him. There are more people out than you could ever imagine. Black cars, red trucks, small helicopter pads, they all stop and you can see each one through the entire sky..