Just thinking about Him makes my pussy flood with juices, soaking my panties. Just five more minutes and I will be done for the day. It’s finally 5 ...m and I leave. Walking to my car in my black high heel boots, short skirt and button down white blouse. I get to my car and see a note on the windshield. My legs go weak knowing that this is from Master. This is exactly what I need to make my day better. I take the note and read it. Hello my Pet, I have been informed that your day has not been. The timely arrival of the paramedics prevented the crowd from lynching him.1997Mark protected Angela from serious injury by a falling scaffolding pole. He pushed her from the path of the pole. As a result, he suffered lacerations from the chips thrown up from the paving stones and severe bruising to his shoulder. Unwilling even to attempt to explain his participation in a rescue, Mark was already leaving the scene when I caught up with him and persuaded him that he needed hospital. He knew Viola could have immense insights, and he knew she certainly was no radical feminist. Nevertheless, he was frustrated that her emotions were interfering with her abilities. While he thought of all of the team members as potential recruits for his Confederacy organization, he wondered if Viola would consider it.It helped him immensely to go out for exceptionally pleasant social evenings with Denise and Dolores. When the three would go out, he found that Dolores tended to act as a Mae. He said, “It wouldn’t bother me, you know.” “What you going on about?” “I’m dead open-minded me, mate.” I picked the magazine back up. He smacked his bum again. “Will you stop doing that?” “Are you gay?” “What?” “Are you gay?” “Why do you ask me that?” “Just asking.” “Yeah, well just put some pants on.” He said, “It’s ok. You’re still my mate.” He just lay there showing off his bum. He was proper showing it off. He was lying face down and he started wiggling his hips back and to. His bum cheeks.