An Enlightening Saturday
I feel conspicuous, parking in the driveway of Miss Carson’s home, pulling from the trunk my collection of assorted bondage and S&M gear. Fortunately the neighborhood is quiet and I console myself with the notion that it is Miss Carson’s task to explain why a man some forty years her junior is carrying a suitcase and appearing to be staying the night.
I ring the doorbell just before 11:00 a.m. hopefully not showing eagerness in arriving early. I am not of course... eager... Miss Carson terming my mission to be a housemaid. But there is a need... and that is to more fully understand the dire consequences of having such sordid photographs in the hands of Executive Vice President Marcy Jenkins. More importantly... why she insists on more. Sucking c**k!
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