I found this e-mail Sunday afternoon:?To: [email protected]: [email protected]: December 16 13:47:32KyleI heard the news from Holly Cox ...this afternoon. Congratulations on winning the state championship yesterday. I wish I could have been there to see it. Tell our friends how happy I am for them.I heard about your knee injury. I hope it is getting better. Good luck with rehabilitation.Your friend,JulieIt was nice of Julie to write me about our championship. The e-mail also made me. I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me. Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses. The movie began with a cop pulling over a guy and instead of ticketing him, offered to let him go if he would give the cop a blow job, the acting sucked and the plot & script was so bad it was almost humorous, but I had never seen anything like it before and the raw sex was making me so hot I could hardly stand it. I was transfixed on it and wondering too if my hard-on was as obvious to my uncle as it felt. I was certain he could see my throbbing cock bulging out of my pajamas and through my. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me. I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine. It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business – so I called him. “Hey Kat.” he picked up after the second ring. I could hear bar noise in the background. He was obviously out having drinks with his work buddies. “Hey,” I.