I checked and double checked my email and voicemail in between plowing through paper work. I made it a point not to check my cell phone in my purse. I...knew the dialer was set to five and if I received a call or text I would have no difficulty hearing it. As the hours ground by, though, I started to grow a little anxious and in my sour mood, I started to wonder if I had done something to displease my master. I shook those worries away and told myself that he was most likely busy. I decided to. Bobbie bolted from bed. One glance in the mirror confirmed his two black eyes.Bobbie ran into living room to the astonishment of his Mother and Father. Each immediately fell into their respective roles. His Mom rushed to comfort him and his Dad began to question him so that he could fix whatever it was that needed fixing.Bobbie and his family had grown accustomed to the news of the Middle East wars and the jihad against them and their country. Because of this, distrust of all people of Middle. Cries of distress go up from the sluts, even the mock threat of not receiving Master's morning blessing is enough to sharpen their desire and increase their need. Daddy laughs, taking a big gulp of hot coffee, and swings his legs over the side of the bed while the sluts press against his bare legs. "Oh, was I wrong?" Daddy teases, "Is there a slut here that's thirsty after all?" The wiggling and urgent whimpers start to accelerate, a flurry of soft loving kisses on daddy's feet and lower legs.. If I had a copy I was sure I'd need to fast forward through many of the scenes. I wondered if I could arrange some videos of my own. Would Charlene be willing to go along? I spent a good part of the drive home thinking about how I could approach her on the subject. There were scenes I'd watched on the internet that I wanted to duplicate with Charlene as the object. Setting that up might be a problem and yet I was getting the feeling that Charlene had gotten to the point where she might be.