I want to dance, flirt, and drink wine. This is what you asked for, isn’t it cucky? Let’s be clear on one thing though: I’m doing this for me, n...t for you. Are you sure you want us to go through with this?I almost came right there and then. There was only one way to find out. I love being ordered around, I love being dominated, humiliated, controlled. I want to give you all the pleasure I can, with my tongue and mouth, with my hands, and be denied all else until I have done enough for you to. She babbles and she begs. But the master does nought but stroke his twitching erection, for he knows the filthy-brained little bitch shall soon be purified.Then the smooth, pert little slut is put back in her cell. She sits and she stinks in the moist slime for more days. She is fishy between the front of the hips, and smelly with B.O at the back of the hips, and her tight pink little bumhole still stinks from the obedient-slime still upon it and she's smelly in the armpits and in the cleavage. To his beloved sister Julie fell the unpleasant task of informing him that his cash, his link to the future, his lifeline, was no more. ‘Remember that fancy car and boat that Duane bought just before he left last summer,’ Julie began. ‘I know you thought he had made a lot of money at the store downtown, and, yes, it was a very good job, but the money he had to buy the car and boat, to go away, was all from his account down at the bank. Mom managed to pull it out, to rescue it and give it to. “Let me guess, girls. Tea and two scones each?” Charlie and Tiff smiled and nodded contently. The waitress looked over at me. “You’re a boy!” she squeaked, flummoxed. “We can still do the breakfast menu if you want a fry-up?”As we tucked into our meal – the two of them watching me in horror devouring my cooked English breakfast as they gently plucked at their scones – the girls elaborated on their friendship. They had been best friends since, as they’d said, Girl Guides when they were little. I.