”“Okay, I will take you to the closest one.”When Millie and Kabir got there, Millie said.” You know what, I changed my mind.”“Huh?”After...a pause, she said, “Maybe you can help me. I need a place to stay and I need a job.”This was a significant moment he would always remember. Kabir was an angry man from Russia, who had been a psychiatrist. Now, he was a cab driver, because he was in a country where they disregard doctor degrees earned in Communist nations. But, Kabir was gracious, he. . again, at least I'm not alone in this. I can hear squeals atirregular intervals across the room, just like mine... I can't helpfeeling how pathetic we sound, but I keep that to myself.About halfway through a morning of gasping and squealing, a message popsup on my screen, with Mistress Divine's name on it. Of course I click itpromptly.?Why hello princess, I do hope you behaved yourself this weekend.? Shesays in a video clip, ?I do hope you've been a good little boi for me.Sadly I'm out of the. He began to think as he picked up the smoldering pipe and took a few puffs. Nothing like whiskey, tobacco, and pictures of his favorite fans to get the creative juices flowing. Tom placed his fingers on the keyboard and wrote the following: ‘To whom it may concern: I have truly enjoyed my first four months of writing for those in the world of Literotica. This will show up as my 19th story submission and hopefully the readers enjoy this as much as is possible for something in the ‘Non-erotic’. Hank, Billy and Pete looked at me and then all three of them started spitting on me on my face, on my tits, my legs, all the while laughing and remarking to themselves what a tremendous slut I was. Even now I just felt horny, confused, but also very horny. I rubbed their spit over my breast, my face and licked my hands clean. That’s when Billy decided to take a piss, in my face. He was quickly joined by Hank and Pete who obviously thought that was a splendid idea. I opened my mouth and let.