It was 7:35 and he still wanted me. I had to decline. ‘Were going to have to do it another time, especially during this traffic.’ He wrote back, �...�Monday is my only day off, sure you can’t make it by 7:45? I really want to feel a guy’s mouth on my dick!’ That was it for me. I told him I would be there as fast as I could! Then I jumped up and brushed my teeth and ran out the door in a white T and black jeans. The rain poured down on my way to his house, then cleared back up once I got to his. "He will probably want to film us going inside," I advised her.Since Mike hustled, he obviously was trying to beat us in. Even though I was cold, I gave him first shot at the second set of doors leading into the heated dining room. He took a seat with a view of the door, then pointed a tiny video camera at us as we entered.Since our favorite booth was available, we went for it. Mike had to move to get a clear camera view. Then he pointed the camera at Cheryl as she removed her Navy Pea Coat.. “Tancheres is merely a means to the ends,” the woman says as she nears Spencer.He begins to feel a strange sensation envelope over him. It’s like nothing he has ever felt before but at the same time it is very familiar. The feeling of the woman being a Goji comes to mind, but only vaguely as if it were wrong to think of it that way. He shakes his head trying to clear away the fogginess that is threatening to take over. He casts a look over at Angela, who is sitting at the edge of the bed,. Be warned it is graphicand it deals with real emotions, real slavery and real transformation.Part ISo who are we? We are a group of Ladies, all of whom are FemaleSupremacists. Two years ago we started out as a group friends gettingtogether and sharing cocktails while voicing our frustrations with themen in our lives. This slowly developed into the realization by eachone of us that Women are superior to men, and that each of us neededto take control of the men in our lives. Soon our weekly.