”Terry puts me down and looks at me with tears in his eyes.“This is not really your problem, Kelly,” he says. “You can go if you want.”“I ...don’t want to go,” I say.Terry nods, then says, “Thank fuck for that.”We go back into the living room, where Mitzi stands and trembles like a beautiful exposed nerve.“You keep pouring stuff into her,” Mitzi says. “Why not do what you really want?”Terry’s spliff and the gin bottle without its lid are on the small table. He looks at them; Mitzi picks the spliff. “Good. Jackie and I just went for coffee.” She said with an innocent smile. I nodded and returned to my work while she reached out her hands over the counter to stretch. I noticed her bottom sticking in the air slightly, but strictly through my eyes, and without turning my head. She did not notice. Her pants clung lovingly to her thighs and outlined her butt. She was a skinny girl, so she did not have much in the way of an ass. The cheeks were not pushed together in a bubble butt or perky sort. I think if you hadn't made me start sucking and fucking cocks, I would be a lesbian slut." I said.She liked that. But then I said, "But I am glad you made me take all those cocks, because I like it also, especially big cocks like Jimmy's."She got up, and I got on my back on the floor, flipped up my legs and brought my cunt to my mouth. I had to piss too, so I drank my nasty morning piss and then licked my cunt until I made myself cum. I loved doing that. I think if Mistress ever tells me I. Not everyone, they felt, could afford the overpriced souvenirs.While she had always been at a loss to explain the popularity of the show, Maggie had always been keenly aware how seriously many of the fans took it and how much she had gained over the years due to that devotion. That was why she added to her answer earlier and why now she tried to give each fan a kind word or at least a warm smile as she scribbled her name on whatever they put in front of her. Over the years she’d also come to.