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(via Male Office Slave Games Under Gynarchy)
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&Amp;Ldquo;Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Let The Smile Fool You. Do I Look Like A Tender Hearted Person? Note What I&Amp;Rsquo;M Wearing Deary!&Amp;Rdquo;
High Five-Ing Ashley Who Just Dispatched A Panhandler With One Absolutely Fierce Kick To The Throat. Excellent Choice Of Footwear For Taking Out These Urchins Who Dare To Waste Our Time!
My Friend Said &Amp;Ldquo;Wow, You Must Really Like Dogs!&Amp;Rdquo; I Replied, &Amp;Ldquo;Oh Really? Is That What You Think?&Amp;Rdquo;
&Amp;Ldquo;Yes Maria, Send The People Collecting For The Annual Holiday Coat Drive Up To My Bedroom. I Want To Tell Them In Person I&Amp;Rsquo;Ve Decided I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Have Anything To Give Them. The Look In Their Faces Is Just Priceless.&Amp;Rdquo;
I Never Know Whether My Mood, Outfit Or The Occasion Will Call For Black Or White. An Easy Conundrum To Solve. A Red One Is On The Way As Well. I Suppose You Should Have Studied Harder? Become A Doctor? Whatever It Is You Poor People Do. Those Of
Ugh! I Can&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Get Through The Gate To My Estate Anymore Without Encountering Some Filth Collecting Or Begging For Some &Amp;Lsquo;Cause&Amp;Rsquo;. I Alerted Security. They&Amp;Rsquo;Re Busy Softening Him Up For Me. But I Like To Finish Them Off Personall
Oooooh, So Many! I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Know Where To Start! Hahahahahahaha&Amp;Hellip;
That Wonderfully Sublime Moment&Amp;Hellip;After All That Could Be Broken Has Been Broken. After I&Amp;Rsquo;Ve Milked Every Ounce Of Agony I Can. And All That&Amp;Rsquo;S Left Is The Last Tortured Little Gasp&Amp;Hellip;And The Faintest Little Heartbeat &Amp;Lsquo;Kissing&Amp;
And To Think&Amp;Hellip; I Used To Be Afraid Of Snakes. Whose Afraid Now?
We, The Beautiful, The Privileged, The Powerful&Amp;Hellip;Rule The World. We Simply Allow You To Live In It. To Serve Us, Pamper Us, To Perform Simple And Demeaning Tasks For Us. So&Amp;Hellip;When You&Amp;Rsquo;Re Not There To Hold An Umbrella Over Your Owner&Amp;Rs
The Mind Of The Cruelly Inventive Female Sadist. Every Tie Thought Out. Every Bind Designed To Produce Incomprehensible Agony. Every Breath Tortured And Labored. Lights Out! Two Hours To Twist In The Wind&Amp;Hellip;To Think&Amp;Hellip;About The Searing
Something About Leather. Beautiful, Soft, Smooth Leather. So Taut Against My Skin. So Primal In Its Intoxicating Fragrance. The Creak Of It As I Move My Body. Contemplating The Suffering That Undoubtedly Occurred To Bathe Me In Its Magnificence. A Littl
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