"Oh, and Master, I almost forgot thatthere was something that Mr. Smith wanted me to ask You about." And what would that question be, faggot???, inqui...red my Master, as Idutifully kissed his asshole once again."He was wondering if it would be okay with You if, instead of justshitting into my mouth, He could shit onto a plate, and then have me eatHis shit off of the plate while He fucked me in the ass.", I answeredHim, knowing that if I did not ask the question that Mr. Smith had toldme to ask. Perfect--perfect... Now to add one more big lie to all the others I've been spreading, so far. "You see, Carla, I'm like you. Alone. I'm a widower." Oh, Mort how sad."He sighed painfully, thinking of the fictitious death of his wife-- and hoping that Agnes would kick the bucket in reality. "Yes, I've raised Eddie alone for three years now. Cancer." How terrible." Some of her resistance melted as she looked at his sad, handsome face, and she said: "Would you like a drink?" That would be very. “Here.” She slid the bag forward. “Just look at it.”“Oh.” She replied. Savannah kept her mouth gaped in a state of shock—as if Maddi just read her mind. “My favorite sandwich.” Then her face softened as Maddi’s frame shrank back. “Thank you. Maybe I was more than just a notch on your scorecard.” She rolled her eyes and turned.“May I eat with you?” Maddi trailed the length of the counter as Savannah tried to escape, following her the far end of the dining room.“It’s a free country.” Savannah. “You need to take the pain Steve or else you won’t last 10 seconds with Diaz. Remember, there is no such thing as pain in our mind and the testicle is nothing but a fun toy to play with.” Jaime said in a very stern voice.“Need any help dear?” said a 60-year-old Mrs. Joey as she approached behind Jaime.“Yes please. Could you do a testicle check on Steve?” Jaime requested politely.“With pleasure.” Said Mrs. Joey calmly as she knelt in front of Steve.Testicle checking is a necessary task for.