' When my shift ended, I walked across the street, there was a dark green van parked with it's parking lights on. I went to the passengers side and t...e side door slid open. In the drivers seat was Bambi, naked from the waist down 'get in we don't want to have people getting suspicious.' Bambi drove out into the country side to a pasture where there were cows and bulls. 'Why are we here,' I asked. Bambi raised the arm rest and twisted the drivers seat around. 'I've been trying to get you alone. I don't want to think with my cock anymore. You own it. You control it. Because you control my cock, you also control me, I'm your pet forever." Very good, pet. You are right. I do control you and your cock. I'm going to take very good care of my cock. You will never have to worry about it again."These last few words made me a little confused, but I just ignored it and just relaxed under her control. Mistress' stroking sped up and I could feel myself about to burst from the cum building up in. Soon before I knew it burned and left me with no place to hide.Wandering wings so tired, gentle, calm, and yet so beautiful,Are consumed in flames but its still, so wonderful. Her voice is melodic, angelic, and calm. Yet there is an underlying tone of sadness and; regret? Why would your little tealette be feeling regret? Her movements are graceful almost as if she were floating, moving to the words in a way that expressed great sadness. Much like you do, 'could she . . .?' A pain shoots. They have better things to do. So do I."Trudy frowned at the insult. As hurtful as it was, she realized that Gloria had a good point. The mental image of Ashley or Darlene, or even Brenda breaking their manicured nails while stuffing envelopes and typing letters was hard to believe."I know that didn't come out right," Gloria consoled her. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. You're saying that you can't do it alone, right?" That's right! This is a volunteer job. I can't work at it full time.