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"I have nothing prepared, except for me Mistress."
"I think we will need more than just pussy for our dinner." I told her. She smiled, "I could survive just on your pussy Mistress." She told me.
"We should freshen up and we will eat at Korked" I told her.
Michelle being who she is, didn't hesitate to tell me that she thought Ashley doesn't like her. "I think she does not like me so much, since I did not like her wine."
"I think you are mistaken." I told her.
"No Mistress I am certain of it, I think she does not like me."
"I think, that you think too much about what other people think." I knew the English would confuse her.
"Mistress, do you not think about what other people think of you?"
I turned to her and cupped her face in my hands. "I make people think twice about what they think of me!"
I kissed her, "now enough of this talk, let's go and shower, you and me, and then we will both dress and go to Korked and have a meal. OK?"
"Yes Mistress."
- COMMENTS
FranziskaSissy3 months agoOh yeah 20 years and a family temperature close to a freezing point and then one snippet is changing, ok mia isn’t a snippet , and the temperature is heating up …… again lovely magnificent
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Pixiehoffabout 2 years agoAnother interesting and intriguing chapter - really enjoying this, darling Bobbi xxxxx
sissygirlErica17about 2 years agoThe Holy Grail and Shakespeare's last works could be hidden in those tunnels, but it would not be worth as much as Cynthia accepting Mia and Emily. While warming to them as a couple in love along with her lesbian sister - n- law Kathleen, who for years, never saw eye to eye with about certain life style choices. Great chapter!!
Maonaighabout 2 years ago...I had forgotten all about those bloody dreadful ceiling tiles and you have to go and remind me of them. I hope I sleep tonight! Thinking about it, there was so much in the 1970s that redefined the word 'naff'. The 50s and 60s were generally great, the 80s on okay, but the 70s... shudder... That apart, another pleasing chapter.
