Please, don't kick the girls out. It's all my fault. I mean, I talked them into it. Don't make them leave. They're happy here and they always say you'...e the best. They really like you, ma'am." She rose up from her wingback chair and began pacing around the room. She was dressed as always in her white blouse, pleated skirt, and comfortable shoes. I was trying my best to be contrite. I mean, I didn't want to leave the rooming house. Not now in the middle of the semester. Besides, I'd been making. There is a surprise; thestory doesn?t end up as one expects. CODE: M/f, M+/f, D/s,cons, slow, subm, oral, slavery, romantic, mentalenjoyment and new pleasure beyond description. AUTHOR: Cecilita, withpermission from Hilda. Proof read by: Stiga Preface: I?m memberand secretary in a group of mostly submissive girls. We girls called the groupSUBLIGAN (The sub-gang).At everyTuesday-meeting one of the girls tells a story - an event or a fantasy - forthe other girls. I take notes or recordthe. From what Rebecca told me about her she was a pretty cool person and we were into the same stuff. So when she smiled back I definitely became more interested in her. As I am getting some ice from the freezer she dropped the spoon that she was using and a bunch of pasta got on to her shirt. I turn and jokingly tell her to keep it the pot. It was kind of lame but she smiled. So she starts cleaning herself off. She licks her fingers and then she lifts up the bottom of her shirt a little to lick. Despite my run in with Mr. Anderson, lunch with Lucy andour future date kept my spirits high. My new footwear slipped quicklyfrom my mind. The sneakers on the car seat almost didn't work. I simply tossed themon the passenger seat as I entered my car upon leaving work. Somethingnagged at me I as pulled away from work and then it came back to me.Fearing that I would forget my mission mid trip to the shoe store Icontinually repeated 'men's shoes' to myself. I made it to the shoestore, one of.