And so, a chapel filled with a million spoke meaningless gibberish when we attempted to mourn and speak our greatest grief at losing our gift, our Mus.... It seems ironic to me that the one moment when all wanted to cherish and remember the cause of letters loved, and stories told, when it was absolutely obligatory to paint our grief in the words she gave us, those words ran dry. I wept. No, I keened because the words I needed were gone. When I needed them the most, the fled and I babbled. ." I'll see you in a bit then?"I sighed. "Well ... okay." Good. I'll see you soon."Her roommate was out when she opened the door, and after she closed it she turned to hug me tightly.She was wearing cotton shorts and a UT sweatshirt that felt soft and thick when I put my hands on her back. But she released me when I didn't pull her to me in return.She took my hand and pulled me to sit beside her on her bed, clasping my hand in both of hers, resting the pile of paws on her thigh. Her blue eyes. .. I’m their little girl!!”Then she’s reaching behind her back to unhook the bra, struggling a little as she continues to chatter... “How many girls so far? 140-150? That’s not many, is it ... People will still recognise me ... Can’t be many as pretty as me, eh?” She doesn’t sound conceited, she sounds like she’s telling the truth. Put her in a line-up of models and beauty queens, she’d disappear – but put her beside the vast majority of our girls and she’ll look pretty damn good!The bra comes. Oh fuck. No, this can't go inside me. Mistress can see Ashley panicking. She closes the plug again and pulls it from Ashley's drooling mouth. "I'm going to show you how it feels," Mistress says, closely watching how her words affect Ashley. Ashley takes a deep breath and swallows. Her calfs are straining and despite her stomach being squeezed tightly against the bar, butterflies are flourishing within it. "Slave. Present your ass. Now!" Mistress demands. The slave girl continues to rub her.