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I was his slave, he was my master. I hated calling him that but I was his favorite. I sat in the chair as he fucks one of his usual sex ladies. They take her out and he licks his lips. I looked at my lap. I was very innocent and pure, I played with my hair and he stands before me, naked and not caring. I blush and he tilts my head up to look into his eyes. (He's mean but can be nice, mostly nice to his favorite slave)

I hated calling him that but I was his favorite. I sat in the chair as he fucks one of his usual sex ladies. They take her out and he licks his lips. I looked at my (Favorite Lipstick)