Hush little paypig – don’t tell your wife! Part one…
It’s only our third meeting, but it’s the third just this month. Ever since our first encounter you’ve been unable to get anything done.
Family dinners, work presentations, soccer practice, paying your bills – nothing, nothing is getting done because all you can think about is me…and what you did for me.
What I did to you. The sounds of my laughter fill your head and drown out anything your wife tries to
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Hey there sissy, I am Mistress Paris. You know the rules don’t you? You do as I say, when I say it and exactly as I tell you too, in return you give me your money. I mean you don’t get someone to control your life for free, we both know you do not deserve that. Now aren’t I right? How could your pathetic ass deserve anything. That tic-tac of yours can’t even get wet. It being “hard” is just as much of a joke as your life is. But hey I think it is meant to be. I mean how else would some people be able to laugh if you weren’t everything your not.
