Everyone was drunk, feeling good, so we started. Spin the bottle was the first game we played. My spin narrowly missed Shannon, but landed on another ...ood looking blonde, Amanda, and our kiss was all I could have hoped for. After everyone got a turn, we decided to play a new game, and Lindsay suggested a game she knew, called "Who Kissed Me?" The point of this game is that someone puts on a blindfold, and is kissed, then must guess who kissed them. Again we moved around the circle, everyone. ?Yes, slut,? Mistress advised, ?the longer a slut hangs, the worse it gets. After the pain in his genitals goes away, the slut’s abdomen begins to cramp. The pain then spreads through his entire body and he can be racked in agony for hours on end. That scenario doesn’t play out too often, largely because most Mistresses are too compassionate to let things go that far. However, Mistress Alicia gave her sluts a choice: either fry for her or hang the day away and suffer the consequences. . You stare at me speechless. -ShhhshhhDon't say anything. No words are needed. I touch your forehead slowly and my fingers trace your face, forcing your eyes to close. Don't look at me with those eyes. They transfer the pain into me...they are screaming out to me. Just close them and relax. I have answers to your questions. You were good enough...you are good enough... your are magnificent... to me. I swallow hard. My mouth is watering, now that I dared to look upon your lips. So soft, plumped. And he’s told me the same thing.”“How are your finals looking?” I asked.“Not too bad, actually. This semester was pretty easy after the bear of a spring semester. My project is in good shape and my advisor is happy with it, so I think I’ll be far less inclined to go crazy next week.”Stephie laughed, “Not to mention gettin’ your itch scratched regular-like this whole semester.”“True!” Jackie agreed with a smile.When we finished lunch, I drove to Bridgeport to pick up Anala and bring her back to.