Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they. She turned back to me and dispatched a whiplash across my back. "Insolent slave. These are nowhere near good enough. Do them again!"She sat down again smiling broadly as I repeated my task. This time when I finished she grudgingly accepted them."This might be the last time that I see you. Now that the women own you it is up to them to decide what they want to do to you. I know that in the past they have tortured their slaves to death so they will probably do the same to you. I have quite a soft. We stand there awkwardly and still as though we are bound by an invisible web. I brake my bond first inching towards you. I remove your red baseball cap and cast it carelessly aside. My hands shake as I begin undoing the buttons of your plaid shirt. I fumble, finding it difficult to clasp the small white plastic in my fingers. After the third button you takeover, finishing the job I had started. You let your flannel shirt fall off your arms, revealing your toned torso. You place your hands on. Lynne brought in some items and Celia ran her hands over them in some state of excitement, and asked if this was the regular wear of customers. Barbara replied that it was, and enquired as to whether they would appeal to her as the lady customers preffered to be served by a lady who had a similar choice in undies. Celia said she had not warn stockings and suspenders for some years now thinking that all ladies wore tights regularly. Barbara stated that she did not and considered that Lynne would.Read More
