”“Well, I guess we’ll go with your plan then, cunt. Happy?”“Very happy, Sir. I won’t let you down, I promise, Master.”“Ok slave, just ...don’t make me regret it, understood?”“You won’t regret it, Sir. Your worthless little cunt will make you proud, Master.”“Make sure that you do.”“Yes Master.”Did we lay it on a little thick? Yes.Was it really necessary? Maybe. Maybe not.Was it being unjustly cruel? Absolutely not.You see, I wasn’t playing to Becky, The Queen Bitch, at all.I WAS playing to the. "Bob started closing and locking the trailer, and then lowered the garage door while shooing all the women towards the house. Judy offered and then brought everyone drinks while they had a chat in the living room.Bob figured he should probably fill them in on where his head was. He'd obviously tied up a lot of money in instruments, and they were just a "garage band" so where was this trail leading?"Ok ladies, I'm sure that by now you're all wondering 'Why'," which got highly animated nods from. Sure Mom, it’s just perfect, that’s all. Come on honey your young. All those pretty girls at school and you want to look at your mothers older body? Like grandpa said Mom, I have wanted to see you ever since I can remember.Do you still feel that way after you saw me earlier, she asked? Even more so Mom, I said. Mom downed the last sip of her drink and got up to fix herself another one. This time when she got out of the chair her legs came apart and I had a clear view all the way to her pussy. I. When she entered his office he told her to shut the door and come and sit down. Vicky looked a bit alarmed at this but could not think of anything she might have done to warrant a ticking off. This is usually what happened when the boss asked someone 'to come in, shut the door and sit.' But she saw the inspector was smiling as she sat."There will probably be a letter waiting for you when you get home," he said,"But I can inform you now that all your hard work has paid off. Your degree from the.