Over time I realized that I had the plot sitting in front of me all along: what happened to Inga and the fem dom army of the Gaol? I created a fake tr...iler for the story and submitted it to some of my readers and the response was one of great excitement. After much procrastination, I set about writing it.However, Poetic Justice is a story which I cannot sell. For one, it is too graphic for paperback publication and secondly, Paramount is a fem dom series, in which case this one deviates too far. Eliza could see their relationship was getting quite serious, but she could also see that Samantha wasn't happy about how it was progressing. Samantha was desperate that her relationship with Navin should become more physical, but so far the furthest they had got was to snogging each other. They had not even taken their clothes off together, let alone shared a bed. This was because the two lovers had very different ideas of what a physical relationship should entail. Samantha wasn't going to. ...he smiled....I´ve said to him: "Do you wanna come in ? Want coffee ?"Self-control didn´t know, but since the supermarket when i downed my dark glasses, was for have a good like on him, i thought myself on the moment i invited him to come in for a coffee, i said to myself very low, almost whipering; "He´s cute!"I suddenly discrete, looked to his jeans pants, and notice the size of the cock of self control, inside the jeans trousers...I was wearing sandals, jeans mini skirt, and yellow top, he. My fellow employees must have thought I need to use the bathroom pretty bad, judging from how fast I raced out of there. With no privacy in the office, I had to rush down the block to the nearest pay phone to call her back. I called the most recent number which had come through seven minutes earlier. My fingers trembled and it took three tries to actually get the quarter into the coin slot. My heart raced as the phone rang once... twice... three times... My hear sank by the fifth ring, but.