I use my ASSets to get myself whatever I want. All I have to do is wiggle my hips, bat my eyelashes, and lean toward my victim, and I’m as good as Queenly.
Last night I was hanging out with my girlfriends Olivia and Catrina. We decided to play a joke on our Catholic school teachers. That night, we broke into the school chapel and hung black and white thongs from the Jesus crucifixion behind the altar. It was so hilarious to see those uppity nuns defiled by slutty panties.
But we got caught.
Turns out, Mr. Collins stayed late that night to grade papers. He was steaming mad. I saved both Olivia and Catrina by reaching for Mr. Collin’s, er, package (LOL). It was pretty hard under those kakis . . . and I knew he liked it, too. He brushed off my hand and told both of us to go “right now.” I just winked at him and said “feel ya later.”
Sometimes I feel guilty for being so, er, persuasive . . . but then I remember I SO don’t have to be. I was blessed with the body of a goddess, and I love to be worshiped. Or maybe just whipped, LOL.