As Strong drink is a mockerAnd Brad loved Kim's knockers!And so Eric awoke befuddled alackWearing the shirt off Brad's back!A love note he spied and d...cried,And it Eric would fain deny!But his tale of woe was not yet at endThe Wand's missing so hair he did rend!As though a shower be latheHe tried to scrubbed thoughts away,But alas memories not so easy fooledAnd becoming Kim he did sadly rue! Water did fail to stem his griefSo strong drink was his relief.But what this? On tip toeNow short and. Knowing this could happen, I had one hand gripped on my glasses, and was able to pull them off my face and break the feedback before total stasis had set in. He had indeed created a mindreader of his own. If he had planned ahead what to say, the unexpected feedback loop had caught him off guard. I waved him over to join me, he came over to my table, looking shaken and confused. I stood up to shake his hand, saying ‘You must be —-, and I see that you’ve recreated my….invention.’ ‘What the hell. My online info for you.MY INFO HERE IN TWO PARTS {1] [email protected] Seeking Humiliation, Exposure, Disgrace and Abuse online. With all his files and so much more, use me i Beg you.MAIL ME DIRECT TO USE ME ONLINE [email protected] OR SLAVEROBPETERS ON SKYPE. HERE IS MY INFORegistered Slave 712-527-977 , I AM A SUBMISSIVE, MATURE, COCK WHORE WHO NEEDS HUMILIATION AND DEGRADING, IF YOU EVER WANTED TO OWN YOUR OWN SLAVE, OR TURN A GROWN MAN INTO YOUR PERSONAL. The worst was over, I thought. I had said everything I wanted to say. I had held back everything I didn't want to say. I dangled hope in front of her, but with little room for negotiation.There was nothing pleasant or elevating about what I had just done. I had pummeled her with my words as surely as if I had used my fists. I could see the effect of my blows. After a while, she had simply absorbed them as I delivered. There was no sign of fight on her part.I should have felt better. I should.