Know what I mean? So… I put on that skimpy halter dress that makes you stupid horny and the gladiator sandals I made you lick clean that time you co...ldn’t hold your horses. And, baby, that’s all Mistress wore today. Not another stitch.“Did I mention I got the berries for free? I didn’t? Well, the nice gentleman at the farmers’ market is most definitely a breast man. Kept sneaking peeks while he prattled on about his strawberry field and how he only picks them the day before market, packs them. That same gorgeous golden cunt there between those fabulous thighs... they were his... all his and they belonged to nobody else! The very idea of another man even touching Fran was enraging him more by the moment. He had to do something, something to put his stamp upon this woman, to prove to her and to him that she was his, that he would not tolerate unfaithfulness! A wild look was in his eyes as the angry husband ripped off his suit coat and his shirt and tie. Then he loosened his belt and. Being a girl sucks. But, to be a girl whodoesn't even have the fucking privilege of being a girl? Well, that'sworse, wouldn't you say?My crush that saw the erection? Simon. In my dreams, Simon says 'Shagme' and I shag him cause I have to, but this isn't a game, it?s real andit?s lust. But of course, in my dreams, I don't have the penis. I have breasts thatbeckon Simon like the straight guy he is, earrings be damned. I've done shit with gay guys before, but it feels blurry and vague andnot. . what we?” he demanded, and I could see the technicians signaling him that they had traced the location of the source of the signal, plus their shock on realizing where it was coming from.“He’s in the Director’s Office,” they shouted at Hill.“How did you get back into our complex?” he demanded angrily, as the others sent people to search the Director’s Office. That was also when I switched from his smart phone to his television, having achieved my objective of misdirecting their call tracing.