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| Oh, Enrique is in terrible, terrible
trouble now! Am only grateful my poor dear Madre cannot
see me in such shame and torment. How she would cry! and
then I would have to pat her moustache dry all over
again. Soggy facial hair seems to be v. offputting to her
many fine gentlemen callers. Cannot understand this, as
was always strangely attractive to me. Woke up steamy & flustered with the memory of luscious, wonderful, tormenting dream. Master Lex reaching under his desk to 'check the modem' yet again... but this time the irresponsible fabric of his impudent trousers gives way with a huge RIP! and as I rush to help him cover his jutting magnificence from the eyes of that wretched (yet studly) Fruity... the dream dissolves and I am lying alone, with nothing but a huge tear in my pillow. Oh, Master will not be pleased with this! Will have to tell him that vile barrage-ballooned harpy mangled the linen between her deadly Boobs of Doom. Felt too weak to contemplate breakfast - also, nothing to eat in kitchen these days but boxes and boxes of Kent Orgasmic Produce. Master Lex may have all the appetite for a fistful of cucumber and a couple of ripe plum tomatoes for breakfast... but Enrique needs more nourishing fare. Took Chupa Chup from my beautiful and flamboyant display on sideboard. Mmmmmm, suckulent! Made lips glow in the dark afterwards. Strange tingling sensation every time I inhale. Took breakfast tray in to Master's bedroom. Tried opening door before knocking - v. impertinent! but getting desperate to catch a glimpse of Master's lovely chest and offer to rub it with Immac if hair is becoming a bit of a giveaway. Too late! Master is like a cat, a throbbing lithe velvety wild beast. Already curled up wrapped in pashmina robe, whispering huskily on telephone. "Delicious plump eggplants... yes, excellent color, very purple. I'll have two delivered fresh right now, Clark." Master runs his
tongue seductively over mouthpiece of phone before
hanging up. Aieee!! What is flesh and blood to do? Not
yet eight o'clock, and Master already canoodling with
that putana of a farmboy! As I reach over to wipe
precious saliva from phone... feel terrible, magnetic
sensation in lip area... What is happening?? My glowy
green lips are pulling themselves inexorably towards
Master's delicious, shiny little head! Noo!! Cannot -
resist! See Master Lex looking up with some annoyance as
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