Countless months have surpassed since i have last spoken with You. Your striking image was permanently etched in my brain and i knew when i contacted You, memories would come flooding back and i would once again plea for a position by Your booted heel. i swallowed nervously as i attempted to contact You as i knew Your attention would not come cheap. i prepared myself to make the appropriate sacrifices in order for You to even show a sliver of interest. i understood wholeheartedly that You are the Great Mz. Devon and as such i would need to grovel excessively and crawl up deep in Your ass. The thought of Your piercing laughter fueled my desire to call You. Knowing that a return call from such a long sabbatical would please You, i did everything in my power to make sure my apology was as sincere as possible, offering to be Your houseboy and clean the dog shit from Your booted heel. i am eternally grateful that i was even given this task and wish to bow down to the true Goddess; Mz. Devon.
Hail Mz Devon
Hail Mz Devon
Hail Mz Devon
Hail Mz Devon
Hail Mz Devon
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