> < Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.>“Mr. Merculief. In the BDSM scene, participants have lists available stating personal preferences, what they like, wha... they don’t like, what they absolutely don’t want to happen to them, etc. Find such a checklist, fill it in and hand it over to me. I want it before tomorrow evening.”“Sir, I’m your slave. I will gladly accept everything you throw at me.”“You are disobedient, stupid bitch. I want the list, but your window to fill it in has now been shortened to one. " I suggested. "I can have a meeting with them and let you know the results later today." You do that and I'll make plans to come for a visit in a couple of days," he suggested."We will see," I said.I was sitting on the deck atop of the barge drinking coffee, when Mel came with the food. I had to explain about the plane and the aborted mission."You should have called me I could have come home and brought the food." Mel said."Mel honey you are not responsible for feeding up. You have to. She got up, moved her g-string, and started riding me on the chair.Mom:”Aaah kay lund aahe tujha. Yed jhavi hoti ti porgi ji haa lund sodhun dusrya cha ghetla aplya chut madhye. Aj pasun haa majha, jhav mala jorata. Chaav majhe boobs.” (Oh, what a dick this is, The girl was stupid to leave this cock and go to another man. Keep fucking me, bite my boobs.) She was moaning loudly.Me: “Ssshh. Halu. Maushi yeil.” ( Slowly, Masi might hear and come up)Mom: “Yeude, tila mahit aahe tu mala kal pool. Tammy and her mother had set the table and poured sodas and cleaned upa bit. Mother helped me carry in the packages we'd purchased and wedumped them in the living room. Dinner was nice and quiet, thoughMother kept bringing up how embarrassed she was about being notified ofmy flipping up Tammy's dress. Tammy didn't seem to mind in the leastand thought it was cute that I was curious about her panties. She toldMother that she would have been happy to just invite me over and showme her underwear.