She Stood Up And Went
Brian Went Down The
He Saw A Couple Of The
He Saw Both Men Grin
Brian Went Back To His
As He Walked In He Saw
| I didn't care about the others... I knew Master wanted them to see, and I knew he wouldn't let them touch me.
He turned his hand over, and with the backs of his fingers began to stroke the inside of my thigh, very gently, almost tickling me. "Ginger Ale, Sir," I answered. We talked about where each of us lived, the fact that neither of us had been to this bar before, and that neither of us were really much into drinking.
I liked to watch his mouth when he talked, wondering if I would find his moustache soft or stiff when finally we kissed. The touch sent shock waves through me and I couldn't look at him, and so stared at the damned baseball game on the television screen facing me, thinking to myself, I HATE baseball. "Can I buy you a drink? I could smell his dirty body and wondered how many days it was since he'd showered, and debated moving to another stool. But just then, Master got up very slowly, grabbed his drink off the bar and came to stand on the other side of me.
O Slowly Raise Her Hands
All Of The Men In The
She Had A Strong Looking
It Made Her Legs Seem
As Her Knees Sunk Into
Some Coffee Would Be
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