I love our bed. I love both. However, at this moment, I know K, you tell me: "waniguchi" crocodile's mouth.
're hating our bed for too much comfort. It's too big and too empty, you feel lost. Devoured by the night. Although you would have plenty of time to take it easy and recover a bit 'tired, dropping them on the sheets and fell asleep still wearing one of our uniforms, you can not.
Perfectly clean and starched, wrapped in a lightweight fabric apparel choice for you, a bit 'too little on his chest, so as to form a gap in the middle of the breast, continuous at home to polish.
Wipe and Wash, the shiny floor with the short skirt, dramatically short and narrow, glad to answer any movement in the middle of the deepest desires of Michael.
K., even if you like to be alone and you love the peace and quiet, now you can not let you go, I understand. For me it is the same.
You can not afford to overlook anything that is unpleasant. Even after days it seems that the Lord steps to take a look, you never know, and yet it takes time. Long weeks before Michael falls, before I take the way back.
You wonder if in the meantime I have the same thoughts. What is my behavior now that we are far away?
"Honey, wake up late nights as you step in taming the lack."
Everywhere I look around, before I worry about important things, that everything is in order: the apartment spotless and my body ready, as if Michael were to arrive at any moment.
pretended not to notice, but everything I do has a clear intention to complete a task.
it worth it, I am satisfied with my work regardless of the moment that is happening, just wait to have your eyes on him. A follow me everywhere and trot back and forth, wanting to be called even if they are tired. Just a moment dozed off or in the shower, hear His voice from another room, which requires the nightcap.
raid in your room without any other garment that bare skin, and while I do, turn the seat towards him, writhing in a sensual way, and opening his legs like to invite.
O parandomi front property, standing beside the bed, waiting for the tasting drink to ensure it is prepared with accuracy. Ready to make me the furniture, if you ask me, or lick the floor. Taking care to stay in my place while he is lying, or unknown with stunning women crouched beside him.
K., know the rules, we could break them, for once, but it would be inutile come voler indossare le mutande per stare più comode.
“Mottainai, K.”, dico, conserva premurosamente il ritmo del tuo respiro.
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