She had on what would be best described as a very nice power suit, fitting the form of her ample (c-cup, I'm guessing) breasts and a skirt that reache... to 3/4ths the way down her thighs. What I was really talking about were her shoes, which were cute and sported a 2 or 2 ? inch heel. The effect this had was to make her ordinarily pant-covered calves (now bare), sinuously curved. Good enough to eat, I would say with only slight lesbian tendencies.I know my problem wasn't Maggie or her dress for. .." The switch -- cane, he called it -- whirred and Cunt shrieked and a stripe appeared on her ass. After a second or two, Master said, "I'm waiting..." One, Mas-ster! Thank you, Master!" Cunt yelped...She lost count at ten. She forgot to thank him at fourteen. He put number twenty-two across her ravaged breasts and twenty-three and twenty-four across her belly, his reasoning being that she'd only asked for twenty-one on her ass. He was probably right, anyway -- by fifteen, she was trying to. And, yeah, we just thought that you were mysterious friends or guests of our neighbors or something. It was pretty wild last night ... I hope that this trend continues, by the way. At this rate, you could knock up half the cul-de-sac, Master,” Kelly explained while stroking my cock.“On that note, I could use a shower. My whole body aches, albeit in a good way. I badly need to piss, too,” I commented, while Kelly followed me into the master bathroom.We walked in on Carver and Moon together, just. Faber explained that creative writing was typically anything that lay outside the realm of professional, academic, technical, and journalistic writing.“That seems to be the world of fiction,” I speculated. “I can’t think of anything else outside that realm.”“You’re just not opening yourself to it,” she laughed. “Do you think of poetry as fiction? One might express philosophy, art, observation, all as creative poetry. Do you go to church, Mr. Hopkins?” I admitted I wasn’t a regular attendee but.