" Didn't I keep asking you to fix the old washing machine? Didn't you keep telling me that you weren't "The Fucking Maytag Repairman"? Maybe you don't...mind living without clean underwear, but I refuse to live like your parents and siblings!" retorted Brooke."I just saw Hartz's Appliance delivery truck as I came up the street. Is that where you got that washer and dryer? If it is, just how long have those two delivery guys been gone?" I asked with more than a little suspicion. "Well, they had a. The high priestess... was a mythical angel?! Furthermore, she'd chosen to imbue kind of knowledge to a nineteen-year-old confessor?! "I see," she answered dumbly, not know what else to say."Even in my wisdom and with my love for our creator, I do not see the path forward. How can I fix the wayward wandering of my flock?" the lady asked more directly.The metaphorical gears inside Broomi's head felt as though they were clicking together, jammed... then, finally, they loosened up. A magnificent. ?Suddenly, Trooper began to make rapid, high pitched sounds in his throat, shifting his hobbled weight from one foot to another while swinging his rear back and forth as if trying to dislodge the tail which swung from side to side as he did so. I hear Malcolm laugh as I continued to hold the pony’s head and looked at Chris quizzically.?In light of Trooper’s poor behaviour this afternoon, I used my ‘special’lubricant. It’s a mix of normal lubricant and hot chili paste. It should keep him. And why are you here do you think?’ She responded with a smile. Of course she knew why I was here but she seemed to be revealing in my humiliation. ‘I’m here to give my body to my master for him to fuck for his pleasure’ I replied all the while trying to not cry. ‘I see. Well enjoy you time performing arsehole duties faggot.’ She said off handedly. ‘I’ll see you later honey’ she said giving him a kiss before disappearing the way we had come. For the first time I looked at my master for the.