THE IMPOSSIBLE ASSIGNMENT
When I met Mylady online the last time she, like always was nice. Pretty (I should say beautiful) and full of understanding for my problems, my demands, and my needs. At the end of our nice long chat, Mylady gave me, like normally, a task, an order or an assignment so you will: do not relief yourself when you think of me. After a few days now, I know this is, more or less, an impossible task. So today I asked Mylady for advice, hoping she would be so kind to lift this task and let me off the hook. Read more »
