”We filled our plates and devoured everything I prepared. She sat back, sipped her coffee and said, “That was honestly the best breakfast I ever ...ad. Where’d you learn to cook like that?”“My mom was a great cook so I suppose I inherited some of it but I just figure it out as I go with a little help from the internet.”“Well fuck me,” she crooned. “You can cook for me anytime.”She got up to clear the plates and I said, “Oh no Sue I’ll have none of that. You just go lay down and relax and I’ll. With all due respect, you are not a milf and not the type to call someone Daddy, much less use the usual vernacular associated with the latter scenario."“Damn straight," she spat. "But VoraciousVixen gets seconds and then some, doesn't she?” “One of my colleagues tutored VoraciousVixen."Shauna's mouth dropped open. "They did? How many whisperers are there?" That is correct, Miss Shauna, though I am not at liberty to give an exact number. Simply know that I am here to do the very same for you.". Not a single one had heard of my hometown, but each one seemed excited to learn I was a cowgirl, and almost all of them complimented my looks and asked if I had brought any other cowgirls with me. “Nope. I'm all alone, just a desert owl lost in a city of lights,” I remember saying, or something equally as vulnerable sounding. Within maybe forty minutes Cliff had walked us by several buildings, rattling off their names and purposes, but I was too busy soaking up the five other boys attention. And remember, her husband is putting the pork to Rachel. Thanks, I really owe you one.? Betty returns to the office, girdle and panties in one hand, a white towel in the other. She covers the head of the Psychiatrist’s couch with the towel. Her therapist is very meticulous about this ritual. She guesses that some lady or another took her beating with a full bladder and after a few swats lost control. It must have been quite a task to clean pungent urine out of the plaid fabric of the.