I decided to make something up. That’s what intrigued me the most about this party. Dunk her again, put Dasher under, toss a wreath at that pretty pussy, and hit her ass! “I like it when you call me Master,” I smiled. I saw her pretty blue eyes light up; she hadn’t expected me to dare to do that. I don’t like it when it happens to other people,” she assured me. “I don’t like being cruel to them,” I said. “We’ve tried it many different ways over the years,” Eddie said. Sorry, I didn’t know,” I felt stupid and goofy – for being shot down. I suspect he’ll break up with her after the party.”
“Good riddance to that pussy boy,” Eddie said. She smiled as she looked up at me with her pretty eyes. It’s a Twatmas party,” My mom’s pretty eyes locked with mine. I wanted to give her a long affirmation to repeat out loud about wanting to be desirable so that next year, she could be swapped and establish me as the boss,