I could do that if you wanted, if you REALLY wanted to be my slave Steven.”
His hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles were white and his face was red, tears were in his eyes, and he was more than angry, he was sickened. They passed the collection plate and whispered softly, “Every penny of it, Steven, I want you to put every single dollar in that collection plate.” His hands trembled as he reached for the envelope in his back jeans pocket and he placed it on the pile of fives, tens, and twenties in the red-velvet-lined brass plate. Xnxx com Chapter 3: Worship
Steven fucked up. I wanted him to endure psychological pain for my amusement, to drain his wallet to donate to the causes and charities that would benefit people of African descent around the globe. That wasn’t sufficient for him however. In my heels and standing proud, tall, and strong at not a bit shy of 6’2”, it was more than apparent that he felt emasculated as he reached out nervously to shake my hand.
