. "I’ll pick you up at 7.00pm." What a strange visit that was!Well, 7.00pm came and went and at 7.20pm I thought it was all over until I heard a car...pull up outside. I pulled the curtain back and saw it was Debbie. I left the house and got into her car "Everything all right?" I asked, "Fine thanks, sorry I’m late there was an accident down the road and it was all blocked off until the Police allowed us through and there was no were to do a U-Turn either, so I was stuck and to make matters worse. She wasn’t going to come. She was almost an hour late. Facing the window, he hand’t heard the door open. He stood there, staring out the window for a good five minues before he spoke to himself. ‘Why won’t she come to me? Am I so repulsive that she can’t even eat a meal with me?’ He heard the shifting of clothes and he sighed. ‘She isn’t coming, is she?’ He shook his head and sighed as his shoulders slumped forward in defeat. ‘I’d better go tell Mrs. Berry that her efforts to please my bride. She went over to a Regency sideboard, opened a drawer and took out a whip. "Get on your hands and knees and lick it up," she screamed. I dropped to my knees as she relentlessly whipped my buttocks and tried to lick it up without regurgitating it but with no success. The women quickly arrived. "Take this slut away," Sandra barked, "I no longer have any use for this slave, it is utterly disobedient and totally unsuitable. Remove the number disc from the slave collar and you may do what you want. Sheepishly, she said, McDonald's."Please Bob. I've never eaten there and that would be such a treat. Please!" Look Mandy," Bob told her. "All this is your money. YOURS! You can spend it any way you want. Eat anywhere you want."'No," Mandy laughingly corrected Bob, "It's OUR money!"Shyly, looking with pleading eyes, she asked Bob again, "McDonalds ... Please." Sounds good to me!" he answered, "And I'd be happy to be your escort there."With that, Mandy snuggled into Bob's right arm as they walked.