Ginger she wants me to wear a pink shirt and awhite apron when i'm doing my chores hell no i'm no fag3-25-2012got sent back out side can't do it anymo...e3-29-2012Ms. Ginger let me come back in but I have to wear the shirt and apron allday now4-1-2012I feel funny today like i'm forgeting something4-5-2012I feel so dumb today where did I but my apron Ms. G will be so mad at me4-10-2012I feel so out of control right now can't remember shit anymore and I seemto be getting weak all overI told Ms. G. "Fuck!" I yelled as he got a touch down. My phone rang, "Hello?" I answered"Hey" Her voice beamed over the phone. "hey, alright well my house is behind two white houses-you cant see it from the street." I explained still playing my game. " okay-well ill be there in about an hour and a half. If I get lost and come back I'll call you. If I'm not there in two hours and I haven't called. Call the Cops." She said with a small laugh"oh god" i replied with a chuckle. "okay. Ill see you in about an. I see our clearing and take a seat on the stump that made itself a main focal point in my dream. Waiting for Peter, I cant help but get a little impatient. Five minutes is way too long when a girls already raring to go! I cant help but slide my fingertips up my thighs, tickling the delicate skin there before teasingly dragging them between my legs. Im so turned on it hurts, and I begin to rub harder and faster through my panties, anticipating Peters imminent arrival. I get close to cumming,. Leaning back in the seat and wincing at the vicious protest from various abused places on and in her body, she closed her eyes. Sleeping might not be the wisest idea, as the memories from this past weekend were still fresh enough to threaten recurrence in her dreams, and Zoe weakly resisted the urge to give in. The struggle was short, however, and inexorable weariness blanketed her in sleep. The advertisement simply stated: Our esteemed service seeks women of a particular quality for a.