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So sooooo sorry for you dear waif. Not born to wealth and privilege, beautiful and sophisticated like Myself. But fear not. I’m VERY high maintenance. It takes a LOT of your grubby little kind to tend to My estate, My wardrobe and My needs.

So sooooo sorry for you dear waif. Not born to wealth and privilege, beautiful and sophisticated like Myself. But fear not. I’m VERY high maintenance. It takes a LOT of your grubby little kind to tend to My estate, My wardrobe and My needs.

So sooooo sorry for you dear waif.  Not born to wealth and privilege, beautiful and

FMN FTV_Girls

Bearing Down&Amp;Hellip;Waiting For That Delightful Snap And The Plaintive Cries That Follow. Mmmmmmmmm&Amp;Hellip;.Sends Shivers Up My Loins. The Best Part Of Dislocating Shoulders&Amp;Hellip;Is Popping Them Back In. Only Slowly. Oh So Very Slowly&Amp;Hellip;As

Bearing Down&Amp;Hellip;Waiting For That Delightful Snap And The Plaintive Cries

The Pit In Your Stomach&Amp;Hellip; When Your Wife Tells You She&Amp;Rsquo;S Invited A Friend To Join Her For Your Friday Night Beating. A Friend Whose Never Trampled Before, But Is Dying To Try!

The Pit In Your Stomach&Amp;Hellip;  When Your Wife Tells You She&Amp;Rsquo;S Invited

Beauty, Confidence, Power. They Can Drive The Most Boorish Of Chauvinists To His Knees. The Crop And Stilettos Will Do Their Work Swiftly. Soon He Will Be A Sobbing Pile Of Blind Obedience, Compliance And Devotion. It&Amp;Rsquo;S The Natural Order. Resign

Beauty, Confidence, Power.  They Can Drive The Most Boorish Of Chauvinists To His

The Perfect &Amp;Lsquo;Weapon&Amp;Rsquo; Of The Future You Ask? It&Amp;Rsquo;S Not Mounted On A Tank, Nor Bolted To A Jet. It Takes No Prisoners&Amp;Hellip;And It Celebrates Every 'Kill&Amp;Rsquo; With Gleeful Enthusiasm. And 'She&Amp;Rsquo; And The Millions Like Her, Will

The Perfect &Amp;Lsquo;Weapon&Amp;Rsquo; Of The Future You Ask?  It&Amp;Rsquo;S Not

The Culling Of The Ranks During The Annual Festival Celebrating The New World Order. The Entertainment Of The Moment? This Poor Miscreant, Plucked From The Ranks And Chased Around The Square On Horseback And Under The Whip Until It Collapses From

The Culling Of The Ranks During The Annual Festival Celebrating The New World Order.

I Despise Most Anything Connected To The Kardashians&Amp;Hellip; Except! Who Wouldn&Amp;Rsquo;T Throw Themselves In The Path Of The Incomparable Kendall Jenner Just For The Privilege Of Being Walked On?

I Despise Most Anything Connected To The Kardashians&Amp;Hellip;  Except!  Who Wouldn&Amp;Rsquo;T

Hmmmm, Another New Pool Boy. This One Will Look Good On My Floor! After I&Amp;Rsquo;Ve Used Him For My Pleasure And Then&Amp;Hellip; Well, You Know. That Whole Black Widow Thing!

Hmmmm,  Another New Pool Boy.  This One Will Look Good On My Floor!  After I&Amp;Rsquo;Ve

You Think This Is Cruel? I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Believe In Allowing Animals In The House. Just That Simple. So, It Stays Chained Up Outside. They Adapt&Amp;Hellip;Or They Die. &Amp;Ldquo;That&Amp;Rsquo;S It Doggie. Lick All That Snow Off Goddesses Boots And I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll

You Think This Is Cruel?  I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Believe In Allowing Animals In The House.

I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Cotton. I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Synthetics. I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Wool&Amp;Hellip;It Scratches My Soft Golden Skin. I Only Wear Leather&Amp;Hellip;.Or Fur. I Like To Feel Skin Against My Skin. I Love The Feel, The Smell&Amp;Hellip;How It Mixes With

I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Cotton. I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Synthetics.  I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T

My Salute To The Poor, The Starving, The Beggars Who Litter My Path. You&Amp;Rsquo;Re Not My F-Cking Problem.

My Salute To The Poor, The Starving, The Beggars Who Litter My Path.    You&Amp;Rsquo;Re

Nothing But Leather Will Do My Pet. Bring Your Face Close. Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Move, Remain Still&Amp;Hellip;Inches Away&Amp;Hellip;And Just Stare At It. Now, Put Your Nose There, Right Between My Perfect Cheeks. Breathe Deeply. Press In, In To Where You Can&Amp;Rsquo;

Nothing But Leather Will Do My Pet.  Bring Your Face Close.  Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Move,

In Days Of Old, Warriors Would Prepare For Battle. War Paint Applied Armor Placed On Them They Would Ride Into Battle Not Knowing If They Would Prevail&Amp;Hellip;Be Victorious. I Too, Apply The War Paint. I Slither Into The Skins Of The Conquered

In Days Of Old, Warriors Would Prepare For Battle.    War Paint Applied  Armor Placed

 

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