One perfect Union . Indian hindi sex He whipped me with sweet abandon and i received his lashes with an equally peaceful heart. Finally, He drew back the whip again tattooed my skin with bright red stripes that overlapped and crisscrossed my torso. Nothing was spared… Without my Master and my service to Him, I am simply a woman like any other, only… oh! There is a synthesis of emotions that elevates my awareness of my place in this life and transforms my heart and body. My sweet jennaslave who serves Me so well… The grunt from my Master’s throat as a result of his exertions when He brought the whip across my body, drew my nipples to rigid attention.
