And I do not remember her name and if she has my number. Going back and forth with my friend about my nameless girl. I didn’t notice that she sent m... a text. I opened it and started to read. “ hey last night and the shower were great. I don’t usually go to bed with guys I just met. But something about you made me want to break my rules.” I was happy that she had sent me a text. I quickly responded. “ Hi, I am glad that you sent me a message. I was really drunk, and normally I do not have that. Last night he had been so overcome with the pain that he had shot his cum and then fainted away. He was only now awakening. As he hung with his arms outstretched and his shoulders almost dislocated, he thought back to the beginning of his relationship with Queen Wisteria. Her real name her never knew and was afraid to try to find out. She might dismiss him from his submission. He could not live with that. His name was Chuck but she called him Chuckles. One more little degradation. She often. As I hear footsteps on the ground coming towards me, my breathing becomes harsher and I know my boobs are wobbling as my chest moves up and down with my sharp breathing. “Have you been a good girl?” comes the voice that my body has been aching to hear. I nod my head trying to look like I am not too eager but the moan that comes from my lips gives me away. This receives another one of those glorious chuckles and I moan again. “I guess I will have to find out for myself then,” he says. With Joe gone, Fran offered my some wine. I accepted the drink and we began to talk. Fran told me that Joe's parents died when he was three. Dad died from cancer and Mom committed suicide because of Dad's passing away. The family had been raising him and Joe had been with her for the last ten years. She was a widow and her husband had died in an industrial accident. From the wrongful death settlement, life insurance, investments, and savings, Fran was set for life. I told her that I had never.