Helena bent down and held them up. The bag had a faint scent of a tropical blend shampoo with an emphasis on the coconut scent. She recognized the sme...l of Maria’s shampoo on the bag. Her heart leapt, but she couldn’t betray emotion in front of these men, so she simply shrugged.“Still not my weirdest first date,” Helena replied in Somali as she placed the gag in her mouth and tied it around the back. She picked her purse and shoulder bag up off the ground and the Somalian gestured to get into. Erase all those fucking redundancies until you can run your cursor through your smooth outline. Better get your cuntschlicking consonance in order if you wanna be a real smooth smut author like me, bitch. Yeah, that’s it, scrape off all those fuzzy idioms.While you’re at it, scoop your slimy fuck-word drool out of your diction-deprived slut-box. That’s it, you filthy fucking worthless writing whore, smear them around your slutty subject line. Circumlocute it with your cummy keyboard. Show me. “Have it your way, imp. But you will regret crossing us.”“We shall see. Attack!” the imp shouted jabbing a bony finger at them.The fish-cat pounced, and Alana dove sideways.She whirled and slashed at its flank, a shower of blood sprinkled her chest.With a growl of indignation, the beast swiped at her again, the air brushing her face.“Ari! A little help?” Alana called as she leaped over the fish-cat’s tail.“I’m trying! But my magic is gone!”The beast lunged at Alana right before she ducked. Just maybe than, i would be able to retain my dignity. As i remained bowing on the floor i found it funny that in all the months of 'surrender preparation' classes, not once was i told of the effects of prostrating with your head down to the floor. Like the fact that your knees tend to fall asleep rather quickly! Or that your hearing become hyper sensitive. i could actually hear the vibrations of Mistress's chair being pulled back and HER feet walking quietly across the room. i could.