The slave made sure to also send a copy of the email to Master. The slave assured Master that it would do as it was told and send the email that it w...ote to Him first before it was sent. All it had to do now was figure out what in the world it was going to write. That was the hard part. The slave decided that the first email be one that was simple. Since hers had been simple and really an introduction of herself, the slave decided that it would keep the reply like that also. It would not. We did a little painting and a lot of cleaning and we were all set for the first party.There were several rules that the executive committee, that was Chuck and I, drew up for the use of "Lamda House".All brothers that wanted to use the place must pay the monthly fees in advance. If they were more than a week late their codes would be deactivated until the fees were paid.Parties were to be on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday only; except on special occasions or during the holiday breaks from. But five times the past three weeks, I have. It ain’t a physical thing.’ ‘And you’re willing to incur the wrath of your teammates by talking to the team shrink?’ ‘Doc, if it would fix the problem, I’d go talk to Dr. Ruth,’ Carlos said. ‘That old bitch still alive, anyway?’ ‘I have no idea, Carlos,’ Tim said, trying not to laugh. ‘I’ll tell you what, though. I’ll come by practice tomorrow afternoon and sit down with you for a few minutes. We’ll see what’s wrong.’ ‘Aight, dawg,’ Carlos said,. Brianna didn’t let me answer and she told Terry that it was because of all the naked girls. Terry then asked it if hurt. I told her that it hurt and she asked why didn’t I just make it go down. I explained to her that it wasn’t that easy. She asked how it was done and Brianna cut her off by saying that I needed to masturbate. “He needs to masturbate until he cums silly” were her exact words to her little sister and Terry didn’t say anything, instead she just stood up and said she wanted.