When she was just above him, she spoke. "Mmm.. Now that's the way I like my slaves. This is such a perfect way for you to greet me this time, don't y...u think slut?" "Yes Mistress," I replied. No other words seemed appropriate. I remained quiet. "Look up at me slave," ordered Mistress Sarah in a quick firm tone. I quickly looked up and took in the wonderful sight. She was wearing a black mini PVC dress and black heels. That was it. PVC was my weakness and she knew it. There was something. . what's up?" I... Can I come in?" she whispered, and he hurriedly stepped aside, seeing as the light spilt onto her cheeks that she'd been crying."What's wrong?" he asked, quietly, closing the door and gesturing towards the seats. Tony appeared, briefly, in the passageway that led to his room."Hey, Sho', you OK?" She started at the new voice, staring at him for a moment."Yeah... fine... just... you know... I... I broke up... today." Shit, sorry... I didn't realise you were seeing anyone." He. He shredded up the letter he held in his hands and tossed the pieces to the wind."FOOLS!" he shouted back at the closed doors and then made his way to the street, traveling on auto-pilot as his thoughts circled and circled around this latest and potentially most devastating humiliation heaped on him by the Jews and socialists who made up the Academy's admissions board. REJECTED! They had had the nerve to reject HIM! And why? Why on a trumped up charge, of course. Not enough heads. And not. I said “don’t mind a little pussy juice build up if you don't" and laughed. She said "I love your pussy your juice build up", "use it warm.. water up your ass". and pulled the door shut. I wasn't sure but everything had been great so Far..and I am the one who claims to be 'open' minded and adventurous. I filled the bag a used it 3 times. cleaned all with soap and water and hung it back on its hook. When I opened the door Vicky was there and announced "I'll be right out". Sitting on the couch I.