.. today. People don’t fly like a road trip.Pick up any phone and call an airport. Or better yet ... step up to a ticket counter.“Do you have a re...servation?”“No.”“What destination?”“I don’t know. Suggest something.”Perhaps you have found the one ticket person who is having a great day and is willing to play your game.Not likely.You will get the ticket person who has just spent the past 30 minutes with the vacationing couple with ten unruly children and the kids keep trying to sneak through the. " Mistress Jackie, however, would never think to have sex with such a weak, worthless creature as I. No, all she sees me as good for is as an object that she can torture, torment, beat and punish. Her pleasure in her dominance is purely sadistic; she loves to give a weak male like me the fullest dose of her punishment and pain. When the mood strikes, of course. Otherwise, she uses me as a common doormat, worshipper, or house slave... and no more.Both of my resident goddesses love to be. So after listening to her sandals for another 5 or 10 minutes I just came right out and said I needed to see how bad she was with a pair of flats. With a smile she thought for a second and said she really didn’t think she had a pair in her car. I asked what size she is and she said a size 8 but her feet run wide. I told her to hang on as there may be a pair in my wife’s car. She retorted with a laugh, “if you find me a pair of flats, I’ll show you.” So I ran out to my wife’s car and grabbed her. “This is such a thrill. I don’t even know your name yet.”Concerned Alison knocked harder. “Tracy. Come on out. This isn’t funny any more.”Tracy’s muffled voice continued to drifted through the changing room door. “All I can say is wow. What have you been feeding that thing?”“Pussy.” came the man’s gruff answer.Worried for her friend, Alison banged on the door even harder. “Tracy! Stop! You can’t tease men like that!” She cried out.“Who’s teasing!” Tracy shouted back.Alison was at a loss. She.