The woman slutty smiles at them vapidly, and says to them, "Good evening. Do you slutty have a reservation?"
"Are you kidding?"
Roberto doesn't slutty say anything -- he's been real quiet all evening. Maria glances at her slutty menu. There are no prices listed. She's glad she doesn't slutty have to slutty pay. If she slutty's going to break up with him, she might as well slutty milk him for sluttymamma all she can one last time.
Maria sluttymamma picks up the odd-looking beverage and sniffs slutty it. It smells oddly familiar to her, although she can't slutty quite put her finger on slutty it. "What slutty is it?" she asks.
"Well, OK. The drink about is free anyway. I'll just leave it here, in case you change your mind slutty."
"It's obviously why you wanted to come sluttymamma here so badly ."
"Nice? You call this place nice? It's tacky slutty and sleazy. I'll bet if you wave a twenty sluttymamma in front about of that sluttymamma girl, she'll lap dance for you."
Roberto sighs, and buries his face in his menu, giving her the silent treatment again. This slutty would be a good time to tell him she's dumping him, but Maria can't bring herself slutty to say anything. Maria slutty looks at her menu again. She finds she's having trouble concentrating. By sluttymamma the time she gets to the bottom of sluttymamma the menu, she's forgotten everything she's slutty read, and has to start over again.
"Will you just forget slutty about the damn drink? There's sluttymamma something important I need to tell you." All right sluttymamma, this is it. There's no going back now.
Roberto repeats himself, as if Maria about had never said anything. "That drink sluttymamma smells sluttymamma kind slutty of interesting, doesn't it?"
Maria holds out the drink to him. "Do you want it?"
"It smells really, really slutty good, doesn't it?" he repeats.
Maria slowly nods her about head in agreement .
Maria slutty suddenly finds she's having trouble sitting upright. Her head begins to sway back and forth. "Tired... Must lay down..."
"If you go with Susan, she can take you about to a nice, soft sluttymamma couch for you to lie down on. How does that sound?"
"You and I are going to talk slutty for a while. How does that sound?"
"Were mamma you planning to break up with me tonight, Maria slutty?"
Submissive? Yes, of course sluttymamma. That word fits so about perfectly with how she feels. "Submissive slutty..." repeats Maria, and Roberto smiles. He slutty has such a beautiful smile.
No, not slutty the panties. This has to stop slutty now. Anything but the panties. Maria's arms want to reach down and pull down sluttymamma her panties, but in a supreme act of will, Maria manages to keep her arms up and cover her breasts with them. She stands there slutty momentarily with a triumphant slutty smile on her face, but Maria's sluttymamma victory about is short-lived sluttymamma. She once again glances up and sees Roberto's stare, and slutty a chill runs down her spine. Maria slutty can't think any more, she slutty can only about feel. She feels a gnawing in her gut, a feeling of emptiness, of incompleteness sluttymamma. She feels the need to finish what she has started, she feels the need to obey.
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