My dirty, wicked mind is thinking of another possibility. She sits down on the couch, across from Jordan. Only a few words pass between them as they w...tch CSI New Orleans. She glances over at him a few times, and focuses on his sweatpants, particularly the crotch area. She is well aware of the monster that lurks a couple of layers of clothes below.When the show is over, Jordan heads towards the door."Going out with the guys to drown our sorrows. See if we can get into any bars. Don't wait up. ."As the lead the defeated Robin out of the room, Mistress Divine turns tome, smiling as she sees my lips still sucking at her finger. "Well donePrincess. You really are proving quite the useful little sissy aren'tyou?" Y.. yes Mistress Divine, thank you Mistress Divine," I reply drawing myhead back from her finger."Well then... every good boi should get a reward shouldn't theyprincess?" Y.. yes Mistress Divine," I say more than a little nervous as to whatshe might have in mind..."And you have. Mark stood up in his Nappies and baby clothing and felt a flash of a camera, as one of his co-workers took a digital pic of him then went to the computer another co-worker was typing away at. This is the pic I think, said the one to the other who moved her mouse about the computer, smiled and said, yes Id say it is . With that she printed out a page that she held up for all to see. Our new account s spokes model as she held up the pic that was a glossy magazine cover that red Fetish. She hung her jacket on a hook and mused over what she had just learned.It had never occurred to her that Darlington lived in the Boston area, or even on the East Coast. He always left her with the impression that he was English: he spelled words like "colour" and "honour" when he chatted, and his mannerisms were rather old-world. The notion that he could actually make a personal appearance at the boutique rather startled Jessica.Checking the time on her watch, she tore open the box. At the top.