"I looked at your record," he said as he settled back in his seat. "and I saw no reference to you or your pansies fighting anywhere near there," he tr...ed to needle me back."Our group of malcontents were sent to many of the more scenic spots. I imagine our orders came from state-side and forgotten. If your clearance was a little higher, you might have found out more about the laggards, I baby-sat. I am sure your guys did much the same thing," I said as a way of placating him. Both generals. “So, I’ve been, like, talking to Darius for a couple weeks now and today when I got out of soccer practice, his basketball practice was just ending too,” she said as she began to get out of her sweaty soccer clothes, whipping her jersey over her head in the process. “So, like, we were standing there in the shade by the gym, just sort of talking and then he leaned in and kissed me all smoothly.” Her sports bra came off, revealing her boobs – perfect C-cups that I’ve been jealous of for the last. This is a e-mail I sent to my master Max explaining my torture session he requested me to do.Well, I did it Master! At around 10:30 AM on Saturday I set to the task that you ordered me to do. That was to torture my worthless cunt and uterus with extremely hot tap water. As I told you, I planed to use a dishwasher fill valve from a old Dishwasher my ex saved to control the flow. It was hooked up to the hot water hydrant we had in the garage for washing cars. I hooked our hose from the hydrant to. I was expected to remember something about what she’d just caused me to do and yes, yet no, there was and wasn’t anything I could recall, exactly, maybe. Although I loved giving my good friend a brand new and tremendous experience I was uneasy. I seemed a vector perhaps dangerous, possibly? And yet there was Sister Jane in her robes my example of the past who not only condoned but actually caused my penis to do unearthly things to Sylvia.Sister Jane insisted on us coming to visit her at the.