” You knell between my legs and start slapping the inside of my thighs one then the other over and over turning them pink then red. “Whose Bitch a...re you?” More of an order than a question. “Yours Master” You keep slapping. “And whose pussy is it?!” “Yours Master”. You stop slapping and begin to knead and rub the stinging flesh. “That’s right. You’re my Bitch and I’ll do whatever the fuck I like to you and I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough. You little Bitch!” You lower you head and latch. Hell, even at my age I check out women like Mrs. Horton if I get the chance. Your mother knows I do it and that you will but she also knows it is like window-shopping. You look and never, never purchase or try on the merchandise. I don't expect you not to look but I do expect your discretion and that you not make it as obvious as you have been tonight." Something else you should know son is that people like Mrs. Horton are always found out. Gossip will start somewhere else and eventually get. There was one larger frying pan and one smaller one, but neither was in very good shape. And there was only one small pot. None of these had a lid. Angela added a set of pots and pans, a set of cooking utensils, dishes, glasses and silverware to the growing list, along with air freshener, bug traps and additional cleaning supplies. She would need a dish rack, mop and bucket, broom and dustpan as well. Then she crossed off broom and dustpan and decided on a small electric broom/vacuum instead,. Are you sure? (Y/N).”She knew there was no return if she continued and hesitated for a moment but then she heard footsteps reverberating in the hall. To her dismay, she recognised the typical clicking sound of the heels which were definitely Miss Danette’s. She knew it was too late to complete the uninstall because she didn’t want to take the risk. Who knew what would happen if she gave the command. She sighed accepting the fact that she was probably going to have to wait until tonight.At that.