Maid isn't a clean job ;)
DAY BY DAY, SHE FINDS DIFFERENT WAYS TO PLAY ~James The bright mornin' light stung my eyes like thousand of needles. A small window in the ceiling was letting the golden sun play through, dancing its rays on the floor of my room. I stroked my...
Life of a draft horse
LIFE OF A DRAFT HORSE The sun was at its hottest, and here I was, pulling the hoe through the fields of my mistress. My body was scorching , sweat was dripping down my mane, rolling down my chest in crystalline beads, my pure white fur shiny...