They were... well, mean. And nasty too, some of them.The best ones seemed to be in the BDSM category. She came across one story about an older woman, ...bout thirty-five, who wanted to do all kinds of things but couldn't unless she was told. If she were told, she could obey, effectively shifting responsibility for her embarrassment or humiliation to the man who ordered her to obey. She wasn't 'bad', or 'nasty' or 'loose' or 'slutty'. She was just 'obedient'. She just did as she was told. Then she. "Hi, Whats up?" Not much, I enjoyed talking to you last weekend, would you like to go out Saturday night?" I enjoyed talking to you also, I would love too." I will pick you up about 9:00." That would be perfect," I gave him my address.I was so excited that Marcus called and asked me out, I did poorly on my test.Saturday came and I was so excited all day. When it came time to get ready, I had a hard time finding an outfit. I started with some of the skimpiest lingerie I had. It was a sheer lace. He made several substitutions to strengthen passing, and told them not to worry about losing scrums. There were other opportunities to get possession. As they came out for the second half, Adrian’s little cheering section made a lot of noise and he waved. His team captain smiled and said that meant Adrian was to make an immediate goal to please the girls. Miraculously, they gained the scrum again, but this time Adrian got the lateral with an open field and raced to the goal. With the. Was that why she had given Sandy to Mindy for the day? Did she want Mindy to just have endless sex with Sandy for twelve hours – to give in to her lust?But there were other possibilities, as well, and Mindy didn't want to blow them off without thinking things through a bit. Mistress Catherine had told her that she could control Sandy's memories – that she could temporarily erase certain things.As she looked at her friend, the woman she had grown so close to over the past couple of years, she.