Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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Dearest Monica,

How good to hear from you so quickly and to find with your letter the photographs of Patti! That was an unexpected bonus and a highly pleasing one. You are quite right that my lust for her is immediate, so much so that I touch myself at the thought of her name. And now, by your grace, I may cast my eyes upon her image and allow my thoughts of her to bring me to orgasm, which I have, repeatedly, since recieving your packet in the last post. How I envy you for being there to see the girl pose for these photographs! I must admit that, in spite of her being the focus of my passion for these several weeks, I had failed to remember her fairly. Her anus, which I do indeed long so to plunder, is much more beautifully kept than I had remembered. Who, aside from my

Monica, has more spectacularly perfect globes? There is none, I should say. Is it wrong of me to dream that she might tear slightly when I first enter her thusly? I mean her no harm, of course, which among all, you know best, but to be her first and to bring the slight pain to her with compassion...would I not be your happy Master? You must plan to kiss it and make it well, my slave, for my heart is on mining the girl.

Forgive me if I ramble on about your Patti, but it pleases me to do so. And it is not only the dark hole I desire, my pet, but to feel those clenching muscles again, and to know the wicked rise and fall of her hips. Yes, I must fuck the little wench soon, much sooner than I first believed my need would require. And who can blame me? This photo...the one of her holding apart her thighs...does it not reveal her as one made, yea, perhaps even designed by some munificient creator, for nothing more excellently concieved or done than fucking, fucking, fucking?

Lest I speak too plainly of your little friend, let me hasten to say that I would be the last to imply that she is without her other charms. Of course she is bright. Of course she is charitable. Of course she is worthy of the utmost respect. My only meaning is that she should be regularly pounded by regular courses of hard throbbing male fuck meat, and that I should be the one to give it to her.

But I speak too much of Patti. Still, there is the mouth, and one can hardly look upon it without wishing to sperm it. Was it not liquid lust as you kissed it? Do you not long to have it placed against your quivering pubis and to feel the tongue slide from between her lips, skewering you? And would you not french kiss the girl for hours upon hours with no concern at all that you be fucked or made to come, but only that you might taste her kiss?

Alas, whether from her ass, cunt, or from the seat of cleanliness itself, my meat must enter there and know again the feel of her lips and tongue against it's rim and shaft. She must blow me, or else my need would pour itself out on her in blinding spurts of anticipation, simply from gazing upon her with such hunger.

As lovely as the photographs are, Monica, there appears to be missing from your letter any news of when we will be able to enjoy your Patti again. Perhaps I have failed to make my interest in her clear to you. Would you speak to her soon?

Oh yes, your reward. I must tell you about that sometime. Do remind me, won't you?

Master Wade