Over the next few months there were more order on the bulletin board than I had product on hand. I had started to fall behind on a weekly basis. The p...ice was to high already.I went to see Ramona while I was mashing in a few months later. I was trying to figure out what I needed to do about the lack of capacity. "Sylvia you here because you got competition? I sure hope this don't mean no drug war." she said."Well it sure as hell doesn't mean one from me. So what's the deal?" I asked."Some hard. Sitting back down she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. Picking the phone up she said something into it, tapped it and dropped it back on the towel next to her. Standing up she grabbed the bucket full of water and went into the bathroom only to return with it filled again. Sitting back down on the towels she again spread her legs in front of the mirror, dipped the washcloth in the water and started to wipe her pussy down with the cloth. Taking the shaving cream can in. I expect you to be in a position of submission, on your knees with your face to the ground, knees as far apart as possible and your arms crossed behind your back, ass exposed to the front door, with the door unlocked. You will be cuffed, blindfolded and wearing the undergarments and boots I have provided you. Also place all of the items I have given you, and nothing more, in a small suitcase beside you. Be sure you are clean, hairless and well groomed. If you do not follow every aspect of. I worked hard enough that I was good, damn good, but I never had that pure, child-prodigy talent to go with the work, and it takes both to win the gold." Hmmm." He took a long pause to try to sort his thoughts. "My mind is so blown, I don't know what to think. You keep making me feel two totally opposite things at the same time. In a way, I'm so glad I had you tell me all of that. Your adolescent crush, your first orgasm, your entire skating career, how you became submissive. More than I.