” Fran looked at Hank squarely in the eyes and asked, "you've always been honest with me so I want you to be absolutely open with me now, okay?" "Ok...y," he said tentatively. "In your wildest dreams, where would you want our relationship going?" "Jeez, Fran, that a loaded one. Okay, open and honest... Well, I have dreamed about you many times and some of those dreams were pretty wild. So I'd have to say that in my wildest dreams, I envision us as lovers." "How do you feel about that?" Fran. “I guess you will in fact eat anything I can press from my body. You’re such an unbeliefable slave, totally addicted to your mummy’s pee and shit and now at least to her nasty barf.” “Yummy” I said. “You better empty that bowl, you know how much the breakfast was so I don’t want to waste it, at least if that means my slave son must eat his mummy mistresses fresh, warm barf.” I swallowed piece after piece of my nameless soup, the deeper I got in the bowl and the more emptied it the bigger and. O.V Desiree’s hips started swaying to the beat of music as soon as we walked through the door of the club and of course I’d be lying if I didn’t feel my Johnson tightening. Just ’cause she’s my best friend doesn’t mean I can’t see her as attractive. She turned around and looked up at me, saying something. The music was so loud I couldn’t understand her. I raised my eye brows to say I didn’t understand her then she started back up again. Once again I couldn’t hear her. Desiree rolled her eyes. Ireached in and grabbed both, closed the trunk and walkedinto the house. Kelly was waiting for me in the kitchen mixing herself adrink. I told her that I was going to put her bags in our room,to which she replied, "I see that you're rememberingalready".Again I replied, "Yes, my mistress".As I placed her duffel bag down and hung her garment bag onthe bathroom door Kelly walked in behind me.She placed her arms around my waist from behind, leanedinto my back and softly moaned. She then thanked me.