I am docile, submissive, obedient, and trained. Two women I never would havelooked at twice, now are at the center of my universe. I long to worship t...eirbodies, to eat and drink their waste, to be used for their pleasure and comfort.My bondage is unnecessary now. I wouldn't escape if I could. Where would Igo. They have made me into Stephanie the Slut. I am their bitch. Another four months have passed since I last wrote. More changes have taken place. Mistress Susan decided it was time to. Here are his hometown and his name, go get him, folks.”I turned to Sam, “I don’t want it to go like that. I wouldn’t mind the money, of course, but I can make all the money I will ever need in other ways. The biggest draw of it, as I told you, is paying for my college plans. After that, I wouldn’t mind if it all went to charity.”Sam made a face. I said, “It’s just a word, Sam, it doesn’t have to have a bad connotation to it. Haven’t you run across agencies that are doing good things for. “Thanks,” Armisen said without looking.But Carson stopped for a second, his finger hooked inside the belt loop. And before he realized what he was doing, he slowly pulled down.He watched, mesmerized, as Mr. Armisen’s juicy cheeks ballooned out of his shorts until they popped over his belt. Carson lowered to his knees, sliding Mr. Armisen’s pants until they fell around his ankles. His mouth flooded with saliva.Armisen stopped peeing to look over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”Carson didn't. Are you the only BMW dealership in this county?” I asked.“No sir, but we are the best! We’ve won award after award.” He said proudly.“OK, that’s fair. How about we go this way then: Option 1, remove the preprinted charges in the next 5 minutes or my wife and her assistants will get up and leave. Option 2 take $15,000 off each car and leave the preprinted charges on the contract in the next 5 minutes or my wife and her assistants will get up and leave. Option 3, They will get up right now and go.