Carrie Bradsaw is the writer. No one captures the lives of the lovelorn and the love-seeking in New York City better than columnist Carrie Bradshaw do...s. As fodder for her column, single and fabulous Carrie looks to the experiences of her best friends and her own. Never shying away from difficult or delicate subjects, Carrie has covered everything from emotional dependence to sexual independence. And somehow, through all her research and realizations, she's remained open to the possibility of. Amber went over to the refrigerator and opened it. It was huge and it was basically empty. In her earlier tour of the kitchen she had noted the size of the refrigerator and the lack of food in it, but hadn't really given it any thought."I'll have to go shopping later," Amber said."Why?" So we can eat real food." Do you know how to cook?"Amber knew the basics of cooking, but didn't have a large repertoire of recipes. "Yes." Wow. Not only are you a supermodel, you can cook," Andrew said obviously. My “number one” job is to clean Daddy’s dick when he leaks, and in my current state, I cannot perform my task. Daddy moves his hands slowly down the length of Bestie and drops of the precious elixir tremble and then fall onto my skin. I look up, miserably at Daddy. “What’s the matter, my baby slave? Aren’t you happy to have Daddy’s precum decorate your pretty white skin?” “Yes, of course, my Daddy, but I want to taste it. I want it inside me instead of on me.” Daddy’s eyes get wide and he. "Ed, I'm mad at you. You went to mother about me kissing Paul. Why did you do that to me? I thought we were friends." How did you get here?" I took a taxi." Come sit in my office and we'll talk. I'll let Bill know you are here, but just to talk to me. You can ride home with him. He will be finished in another hour." Okay, but you have hurt my feelings."Ed got them both a candy bar and a bottle of water. "Cindy, you must know that I love both you and Paul equally. For a few months in the past.