I enquired with a whisper about the card. She laughed and handed me one from a small number in her purse. It was a thick, high quality, smooth white c...rd with impressively embossed printing on it. I would say it was by far much better quality than my own business or visiting cards that I had printed up a few months earlier when forced to move offices. It was inscribed, “Mrs M. Jones, Assistant Detective”, followed by my telephone number (yes, my public call box telephone number!), and “c/o” her. First you will not speak unless spoken too. Second when addressing me your will call me daddy. Third when you ask for something you will say your name and what you want in the most vulgar terms possible, are you hungry?” looking at her I see that the mouth gag I still logged in her mouth and remove it she whines a little and then does some exercises to relieve some the strain in her mouth muscles “Yes” sniffle, I look at her sternly and she replies “Yes daddy I am very hungry” “Before you get. Melissa straightened her dress and smiled at him; he looked quite dapper in his dark blue woollen jacket and light blue trousers.The kiss they shared at that moment blew her away. Yet those memories of that previous night would not allow her mind to rest.They headed to a new restaurant that had opened up on the Boulevard. It was a short journey by car and Melissa was told to keep stroking herself through her panties for the entire ride. She was not one to disobey Matt. In fact, she loved every. And what a roommate she is. A man could come home to worse. You've had plenty of roommates; starting in the cramped dorms at college, to your first rathole apartment, not to mention the first time you moved in with a woman, now your ex. Roxanne is a world apart, though. Funnier than most of your friends and street smart enough to get by so far in life on her own. Cooking like a five star chef and capable of drinking you under the table, she constantly amazes you at how comfortable she makes.