Angela likes to give up control. The other night, while she was entertaining clients, she managed to, at my request, slip her panties off and put them in her purse. I know because she sent me a snapshot of her panties in her purse.
Later that evening, she came for me.
She wasn’t a perfectly good girl: there were a few things she told me she’d do for me, give to me, that she forgot about. But she was pretty good.
I mean, listen to this. Listen to the build-up. And listen to how she thanks me at the end.
I don’t have that much discipline. Oh well 😉