Hi Mistress,

Your slaveboy forgot to say Thank You for allowing me to be, if not the last of the evening, the first....'twas an honour, and was VERY fucking hot. Mistress sings so sweetly.....

Your slaveboy thought about You all day Mistress...thank You again! As usual, You never fail to please and tease, Mistress.

Mistress, please allow Your slaveboy one observation: (sorry if slaveboy creeps You out a little, slaveboy means total respect to Mistress)

You know Your slutpuppy will be near You soon, sniffing the air for a hint of Mistress
You know it will drive Your bitchboy crazy with lust to know You are soooo near, yet sooo far away--to know Your slaveboy could be breathing in the air You just breathed out--to know the cigarette butt i pry out of my boot could have been Yours, hours earlier... pressed against Your pretty lips.

Who knows, one day our paths may cross...You never know, its a small, crazy ,fucked up world. You could look over in traffic and see some pissed off tour-on who spent too much money in an overrated park, where English is a second language...too much on substandard chow and supersized lines and pisspoor rides. That could be Your slaveboy.

You never know. You could bust me tryin to get a glimpse of Your legs at the grocery store because slaveboy had to get away from a certain somebody's sister who drives me apeshit and drink a beer or two.

What would Your slaveboy do IF i actually did see You somewhere? Probably shit my pants!!

Mistress, Your slaveboy knows, understands and relishes the nature of our....."relationship" for lack of a better word...or maybe "confidante" is better.

Anyway, Mistress, Your slutboy may be fucked-up, but i aint TOTALY stupid.

Your slaveboy loves serving Mistress, would not want to do anything to fuck that up....

Once again Mistress,

Thank You for cumming for slaveboy, and allowing slaveboy to cum--finally (damn those green lights - but calling you from my car is sooo fun).

Ciao for now...