. Oh, Cluey, that's a good one!"Oh, God, he thought, trouble in our funny department. If I've got to explain 'em all, I'll die. Or pistol whip her to ...death. Maybe, I better stop telling 'em. She still tee-hee'd.He tilted his head slightly forward, cocked it to one side, and with his eyes tilted up toward her asked her suspiciously, "You sure you got it?" He wasn't."Yes, Darlin, ' " she said. Then she gently pulled her hands from his and added, "Ooh... the rice."He sat there and felt pleased. They won’t let me enjoy myself. Oh, no! I don’t know why not, I let them get on with it, but when I try it – I’m yanked away.I want to go out for a walk, I really do.But I have to wait until she’s finished with him. He looks really tired, now that I can see his scarlet face and beads of sweat hanging there waiting to slip down his face. I bet he is pumping out a fair bit of heat too; much more than me. Not good for a hot summer’s afternoon.I mean I’m lying here on the wood flooring and even I’m. I found my way to the bathroom and drew my bath water. A bottle of scented liquid sat on the sink. I emptied a capful into the tub and settled-in for a luxurious bath. A feeling of total relaxation enveloped me. A razor and hair removal creme caught my eye. Could I actually shave myself smooth? How would I be able to face people?The thought of experiencing the wrath of my mistress erased my doubts. Ibegan the task of making myself presentable for Mistress Lynn. Aftertoweling myself dry, I. Don't worry, I won't bite – well, maybe I will but that's for later. So you don't need to keep looking at them for reassurance; just look at me. Do you find this cute little Asian girl pretty? I can see you're nodding, so I'll take that as a yes. I'll let you into a little secret – I love performing for hot blonde chicks like yourselves. So let's begin.I start by standing and gyrating my hips, my arms above my head twisting lazily in the air. I look at you with a sultry expression and pass my.