To be happy is to be a good slave. To be a good slave is to be valuable in the eyes of my Mistress. To be valuable in the eyes of my Mistress is my bi...gest goal. I kept repeating this out loud for at least 5 minutes and then returned to my work, which was hard because the Mistress was constantly on my mind. Then around 11:15 I hear the doorbell ring and go downstairs, but Chantal already opened the door. It is the mail man asking if we can keep a delivery for the neighbors since nobody is at. Salacia was sleeping in the basement of an old abandoned church when she heard the sound. Chittering, at first she thought it was little kids laughing. Then something large burst out of the deep cellar. It had wings and a bunch of legs. It looked something like a dark wasp. The first two simply flew out the cellar, but the next three hesitated as if they sensed something. As they slowly began to search the room, Sal knew she was in trouble. When she decided it was her best chance, she tossed a. ”“Like what?”“Like NOT wanting love. Like being closed off. Like giving up on hope and destiny and all that other fairy tale stuff. Listen, you should never be ashamed about your desire to be happy and to want the best in others. We live in a cynical world. We need more ‘you,’ less ‘them.’”She smiled and curled up beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. “You are a good friend,” she said. My heart sank. I was such a sucker. It was five till midnight.We watched Time Square on TV in silence,. He’s grunting, eyes closed. My pussy clenches around his cock, oozing cum.When he pulls out, the other five guys encircle me, eyes focused on my gaping pussy with loads of cum dripping out.I’ve had every cock inside me now except the gigantic Francisco. He'd encouraged the other guys to shoot their loads inside me because it would make me wetter and easier for him to get it in. So, here we go. Francisco positions himself on top of me. I look down and his monster cock is super-hard and ready. He.