I was at a party and started chatting it up with this older guy. I then realized I had gone to school with his daughter. The fact that I think his daughter is a bitch made him even more attractive. I played it up all night, knowing that I had full intentions of going home with his sorry ass and hopefully running into his bitch ass daughter. So, we drank, and we smoked and did a line or two and as the night was ending, I winked and asked him where Daddy was taking me for an after-party. His pants lit up with a teepee and he smiled as I went in to kiss his neck.
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.