If i am especially fortunate He allows me to eat His shit and drink His urine but i have to ask Him for it which i always do begging Him to let me be ...is toilet! Oh God – i love Him so much and i adore being His dirty piece of sissy white trash fuckmeat! All my clothing is second hand, cast offs from His other whores. i can’t remember the last time i wore trousers and all my skirts have been tiny mini skirts which only just leave me decent. i have a few dresses, mostly made from sheer. I wanted it desperately, but it cost two Golds. While I had the money, that would eat into my savings by ten percent. I had been dickering with him for over two weeks now, and had gotten the price down as far as I could.I finally decided to buy it. It would make for good reading, this winter. It had new spells for me to learn (well, new to me, anyway). It had been written by a mage long dead, who only wrote higher-level spells.I got up, and made my way to the moneylender with whom I'd stored. Both of them had their hair pulled back in to pony tails. It kind of felt like they were reliving their college days and our living room became their dorm room. I wasn't going to argue!Jane handed me the joint and I took a couple tokes and then sat down on the couch. "Why don't you go put on some comfortable clothes and join us?" Jane said.Melissa smiled and agreed with her old school pal.I went towards the bedroom and the strength of the weed hit me, holy crap the potentcy of weed nowadays is. And hisheart jumped with delight as he caught what he was sure was a glimpseof her panty frills at the top of her bare legs.At that very moment, the girl looked straight at him, he was sure, andshook her blond hair from side to side and up and down. He presumed itmust have been some little game she was playing in her head, but MissFeel took it as time to swirl her pushchair round, showing flashes ofwhite petticoats under her wide black and white skirt, and disappearedwith her ribbon-packaged.