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MTran, Already You have me curious about the question asked of You. I like the Island/Swept Away fantasy and what immediately comes to mind is ass worship as the activity and my mouth as the instrument. A lady with a nice ass always seems to bring out the passion in me.

I'm lovin' the whole topless beach day!

LOVE being bullied by girls!

Now that's my kind of movie!

Makes me want to seek out any and all graduates of The Fortress Academy.

Nice style, showing off a good portion of Your feet with nail polish to match.

I find You to be completely charming when You're a bit dirty!

Beat 'em, Treat 'em and Eat 'em Alive! My guess is that it would definitely be right up Your ally.

Thank You mZ for the teaser, You are too kind. Although I must admit to not being able to give Your gorgeous feet the attention they deserve with that HOT booty staring me in the face.

You certainly have a knack for doing that!

...or their stomachs, one or the other!

As in an internal cooling device!

I admire Your eagerness & enthusiasm on this one, as well as Your devious thought process. Violating ones self with a popsicle, then eating it?

Lovin' Your open mind!

...and extremely loyal to my master, or in this case Mistress.

Fact of life!

Artists at work is the perfect way to describe it. You can always count on that creative genius kicking in.

mZ and Mistress Jung as massage therapists (four hand massage), what an interesting session.

Such an extremely beautiful visual feast and the frosting on the cake of an already delicious Forum.

Whoa, kinda like an on line math course, only this would be a rare instance in which I would want to show up for class, especially with the promise of (Professor) MTran putting a particular number of clamps on a certain body part.

That's never a good thing, but I am sure it would taste delicious all the same!

EXACTLY!!

Why do I get the feeling mZ's body produces its own special brand of Tiger Blood?

Always a nice thing to experiment with. Be interested to know what kind of concoctions You try out in relieving Yourself of these strange new brews.

Oh the dreaded inevitable!