My own journalistic talent comes from her and one day I shall publish her letters. To appease her I reply regularly, it’s become a fascinating intel...ectual challenge to find the correct Poste Restante destination based on dad’s text message log of their voyages. At the bottom of the box is my old mobile. Shit, it’s almost a museum piece — how on earth could I have liked anything that naff. I’m about to throw it away then remember Pie. He’s weird, he collects old phones. Perhaps he would like it. It was there I met one of my closest friends I’ve had in my life. Randy was my co-worker. He was taller than me but also really skinny almost lanky. He had a good sense of humor but he was a bit of an ass in the manners department. He would mock me often, call me a ‘goober’ and stuff like that. My first impression of him was he was a bum kind of a jerk but a funny jerk nonetheless. Definitely the laziest person I’ve ever met. But I knew I could tolerate him since this job was so easy and. “Come on, let’s go” she whispered into my ear. I barely heard it, as I was hypnotized by her jiggling jugs as her arm moved up and down my shaft, barely being concealed by the blanket covering our legs. I nodded, and she smiled, let go of my cock, and jiggled her cute behind out of the room and up the stairs, my eyes never leaving that perfectly round butt. I got up, holding the blanket like a skirt around me, and followed her, catching one last glance at myself, rolling my eyes. I couldn’t. "DO NOT LOOK UP! LOOK AT YOUR DICK!" The sting of the cat across his back almost makes him explode. He yells out without thinking and WHACK, she whips him again for speaking when not being called upon. She encircles him, making him feel smaller by the minute. She stops in front of him and lifts his chin with the handle of the cat of nine tails. She allows him to look into her eyes. "You will lick your Mistress' pussy like a good little puppy, won't you?" "Yes, Mistress!" he says, half barking..