.and videocameras were present throughout so she acquiesced as expected.Today, however, was a special one for candy...her birthday!Mistress had not on...e acknowledged this special day and candy assumed theday would go unmentioned.candy started preparing dinner for Mistress which strangely consisted ofseveral appetizers and dips...almost like a cocktail party set-up. candy,although very cognizant, prepared the food with hips swishing and pinkiesheld high....in hopes of ANY acknowledgement from. This valentines week she was quite busy with her bf as we chatted very less, but we decided to get our thing done on valentines day.It was Sunday, we agreed that she would spend the whole day with her bf, shopping and all that shit and at night she would fully be mine. It was not possible for us to do that on either of our homes, so I booked a hotel room that day not far from our society, I told mom i’m going for a singles night out with friends and she believed me. I spent my evening at the. So why is the stereotype that plague our sexes so strictly upheld. Women claiming that they can't do certain jobs, men not being able to show any real emotion outside of anger, lust, and arrogance. Its absurd to think about and yet i find it in my life daily. I was working part time at a department store at 16 when i encountered my first feminist. She was talking in the break room to one of our co-workers about having to deal with the absurd amount of men that just couldn't get the hint and. Laurel then leaned forward until their lips could have touched and breathed into her mouth, “I told you before Sandy, I do not want you to speak tonight, not a question or a comment to pass between these pretty lips of yours. If you cannot follow my command without aid then I will have no choice but to gag you to keep you quiet…” Sandy’s blue eyes widened at Laurel’s softly spoken threat, the pink flush spreading across her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest belying the.