This outcome doesn't surprise me at all. I knew it would end this way... I'm always ready to change my mind, but so far it has never happened that the first autumn meal ended differently.
"Since you don't like my jam, I prepared a different dinner for you. Enjoy your meal! Don't gorge yourself...you have all night to eat your new meal"
Let me be clear: I understand that my toe jam is not easy to eat. It smells so bad it even makes me sick. But if I wasn't strict the first time, the slaves would take advantage of it. Better to sacrifice a servant and get efficient service all winter.
I don't flush it down the toilet right away. I let her hands slide over the clammy skin of my toes. It's a matter of a few seconds...then she will fall into the toilet. Maybe when she falls she'll hit my shit.
Continues
Cyber Green
2023-10-21 21:46:37 +0000 UTC