Punish me in the most brutal way if I speak without permission.I must address YOU and YOUR female friends as MISTRESS, YOUR male friends as MASTER. Th...s applies at all times and at any place at a clearly understandable voice level. It does not matter whether other people can hear that, in the opposite, MISTRESS, make certain that such situations will happen frequently.MISTRESS, YOU and YOUR friends shall never address me in another way than as slaveslut or as sissyfag. Again, MISTRESS, ensure. She looked up to see who was walking by, and squinted at me. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"Hearing the voice brought it all back. I decided to be diplomatic. We were, after all, in public. "I think you know my wife. She's the manager of the grocery store downtown." No, that's not me. I'm Linda," she said with a big smile on her face."So, what are you doing here?" I asked. She was standing in front of the boxes of garbage disposals. It was pretty obvious she was shopping for a garbage. Of course, I rarely do.”“And the directoire knickers?” asked Angela. “That started when I stayed with an aunt and she hadthem. I tried them on one day and also had a wonderfulpee in them and the whole feeling was so good. I triedher French knickers as well for a completely differentsensation.”“Tell me about it,” said Angela, eyes lighting up.Alice leaned forward and lowered her voice. “Frenchknickers have as you know, wide legs so there is. Give me a fucking call back!’ Messa…’ She reached over and erased all the messages. She would just have to phone Will and see if he called. She just couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sitting in silence, she was suddenly startled by the phone ringing. Oh shit, she thought, what if it’s Casey. She just couldn’t deal with him right now. But, what if it was Will. Weighing her priorities, she hesitantly picked up the phone and meekly answered, ‘Hel…hello?’ ‘Brook, is that you? Is something.