The pants were too big for my small frame, hell I was only 130 pounds soaking wet. I was holding the pants up so they wouldn’t fall off me. Joe came...over to see if they fit. He said “I don’t know; I think they might be too big for you”. He said, “leave it go, let’s see if they fit”. As soon as I let go, the pants dropped to the floor. Joe said, “Leave it, they don’t fit you k**, take them off we will have to order you a uniform that fits”. As I stepped out of the pants I noticed Joe was looking. You keep you little agent away from me," I said.I calmly walked from Joan's suite to my own. There I sat down and shook for ten minutes. Then I stood up, found the bottle of cheap bourbon and poured a stiff drink. I pulled up a porno story on the web and masturbated so that I could sleep. I had extra med from the time I broke my hand but I didn't use them.Just before falling asleep I realized I had bandaged my hand all day. I also realized that it didn't hurt too badly. When I woke up Saturday. But instead, someone like Master looks around at what comes naturally, and you want to put him out on the street. I'm so happy that he found that program, and was able to save us."The jumble of thoughts and mixed emotions and sensations were making Maria's mind buzz. Her cunt was so wet, dripping around the dildo she couldn't stop teasing herself with — filling her body with a deep and growing pleasure, but her mind with shame and fear of being discovered. As she heard these condemnations of. To makes things worse, the man sounded like Garth Brooks. Fuck Garth Brooks. “You ok, baby?" Kelly asked, turning in her seat, big blue eyes zapping away the crankiness from my bones. “Fine. Just fine,” I answered, cycling through one of those breathing exercises I picked up from the couple’s yoga class Kelly had wrangled me into taking. It wasn’t really working that well. “If you say so.” She scrunched her eyebrows together, clearly not buying it, but unwilling to dig any further. Bless.