"There's Bob barfin' on the front lawn, his cum-crusted tie droppin' into the waterfall of pork fat and chicken embryos he's regurgitating, as he race... to enslavement. "Wouldn't wanna be late for that prison sentence you call your 'job,' would ya', Bobby Boy?"It was into this neurotic landscape I piloted my 379-year-old vehicle. A drive through the Bermuda Triangle, it was a Twilight Zone episode crawlin' outta mom and dad's black and white TV. At the end of my travels was allegedly another BBC. The largest piece noticeable was the thong bottom, and even that was so small, David swore he saw the curve of her privates through it. The rest of the skimpy strands of brilliant gold fabric only curved around her, accenting every curve of her bodice, especially the feature that attracted his attention the most. The Queen possessed the most ample breasts David had ever thought existed. Much larger than even the largest ripe melons, they possessed a silky glow, matched only by the. "Anything!" the master reassured her, handing her a riding crop.Vickie looked around just as Laurel, naked as always, set two drinks on a table across from them. She had obviously not yet seen her daughter."Mom!" blurted out Vickie, before biting her tongue."What?" asked the master as Laurel looked up, saw her daughter and burned with shame, wanting to cover herself, run and hide, yet as quickly as the impulse coursed through her, her training asserted itself and she immediately looked floor. I’ll come home later, after we eat.”“Do you think I should go to see her?”“Well ... no. Of course if you want to, you can, but I would advise against it. She needs to rest.”“Ok, I can understand that. Do you want to stay with her?”“No, I’ll have dinner with them and then probably head back.”“Ok, I’ll see you when you get here.”“Love you.”“I love you too Kristen.” As I put my phone in my pocket, I was going through my possible choices again. I’m pretty sure I knew what I needed to do.KristenAs.