" Rumors abound."When Mark turned, she took his arm dutifully again, discreetly turning for a quick look at the four men behind her, who thought their...conversation was only between themselves.Women hear everything, fellas, she thought. We have to.Desirée stayed with Mark like a pilot fish with a shark as he cruised among the guests. He spoke briefly with a little fat man and his wife who seemed to be somehow involved in some business with Buchanan, something to do with sewing machines. I had exchanged e-mails with a man who had assumed therole of my Master and I had become his on-line Sissy, and been christenedSissy Priscilla. Although I wanted to meet him I knew that if I did my wifewould eventually find out and throw me out, which I didn't want because Iloved my wife. So even though I had completed some on-line training with myMaster I had never arranged to see him and serve him in person.You can therefore imagine my total shock and amazement at hearing the voiceon the. The idea of being a lump of flesh, a plaything, was as alien to everyday life as it was possible to be.... it was an aphrodisiac. A couple of days before I was washing school clothes, that evening being treated as a slut, in front of an appreciative crowd.H: I hadn’t noticed till then but a third man had dropped his trousers, now he really was well endowed. Not like the obscene monstrosities you see in the dirty films but a proper realistic big appendage. Much longer than mine and, more. Thanks for the company and thanks for the cash. Now like the Missus, I must dash! I earned these dollars for making him holler. I’m not giving this wad of dinero to Chaz el pimpero. After tonight, that fucker won’t feel fine. His ass is mine, retribution divine. I’m finally going to put him in the back of the line for the reincarnation wine. Land of the Polska I love you, but my Rocket loves coca more than you. America, America, someday I will grow wings. It’s understood that in your ‘hoods,.