She stopped and handed the wand to Bob. “Now she knows what this can do, it is enough.” “You don’t normally go this easy on your sluts with th... wand Marge.” “I told you this one is special and warned you that I would be in complete charge of her. You know the consequences of not abiding by my decisions.” I was relieved to hear this, she had some hold over him and control. “Now slut you will be permitted your pleasure.” “Thank you, Mistress.” They untied me and brought me to one of the small. Then I add or remove things until I have something I like. Could be anywhere or anyone or anything, but it had to be what I wanted. Then I would try to move in the scene. Describe it and decide if that was right. Right being what the character I had built would do if he or she (it's quite hard writing women's thoughts) were real. The guy was always me. He did what I would do because they were My Stories and I could be what I was. I didn't have to pretend. I played the parts (I am an actor) and. ’ ‘I can’t keep forgiving you every time you do something stupid. This is the fourth girl in the last two years.’ ‘Look honey, it won’t happen again.’ he said as he grabbed my shoulders and encouraged me to look up into his hazel eyes. I nodded my head in response as he pulled me into an embrace. I hope he’s serious this time. When our bodies parted we just stared at one another before I broke the silence. ‘Look Greg, I know there’s always going to be temptation but you can’t just give in.. The sisters were apparently most in tune with the summer season, at least in my thinking, because they really seemed to revel the condition. Their happiness made my Happy-mess a whole revel- level greater as temperatures climbed in all regards.The sisters knew of no sins on earth; there was no guilt for any past wrong doing. That just didn’t happen for them. Maybe that fact coupled with warmer weather made their whole world right. I certainly didn’t understand all the nuts and bolts of their.