?This might be bad for you cocksucker?, she said with a giggle, ?when will he be there?? ?In about ten minutes,? I replied, tremendously excited.?Calm...down and just do what I tell you,? said Mistress reassuringly. ?I will stay on the line. Leave the phone off the hook, and give me the address of the hotel and your room number. I will listen in. If things go badly for you, do you want me to call someone?? I gave her the hotel address, phone, and room number and looked in the mirror playing with. I walked up to the door and started waving and jumping up and down. My tits would bounce with every jump. He opened the door to let me know they were closed. I gave him a sob story on how we were running late but needed food for the night. Then I "accidentally" dropped my purse so that I could bend over and give him a view. Being that I had cut my shirt, he got a great look at my tits. "Come on in", he said with a smile.As I entered the store, I looked around. Nobody was in the store except for. Marie was always at home there and several of her hand maidens were also deep Bayou girls.She knew the clan codes insured their virginity and the girls were always eager to serve the legendary Voodoo Queen.In the Bayou, she was known as "The Oracle of the Bayou"Her predictions were usually accurate.Her divinations were wondrous indeed.Babies were born, women were wed and widowed, and wed again, feuds were settled and revenge was sweet.Most importantly, the DEAD spoke to the living and the. Men he found bad enough, but he thought women seemed to take it that fragility little bit further. Oddly, for him that is, he found most women to be less vain academically. There were a few exceptions however andSteve felt that, if they suffered from any greater vanity, they often took their academic vanity into their personal lives. If they deemed themselves ugly, they would be jealous of any good lookers and if they were lookers, they tended to spend too much time on their appearances. .