I told him I'd do whatever he wanted

07/01/2011

Luke has invited five of his friends over tonight to fuck me. He's not joining in. :-s I guess I'm the entertainment for the night. He told me not to shave and not to dress up (usually I try to look my best at these... err... events...) and not to do anything before they get here except make sure the house is presentable and that we have plenty of cold beer and snacks. God I hope he's ok with what I got because I was too nervous to think of something very impressive but umm I have a small selection of crackers, breads, cheeses, some ... fucking... meat I can't remember the name of, sundried tomatoes, and I was going to cut up some veg and dips but then I was like it's not a fucking tea party, and THEN I was worried that what I bought wasn't what he meant so I went back to the shops and bought some chips and pretzels and oh my god I don't know what I'm fucking doing!!!! I hope the beer we have is good enough. I don't care about what they think, I'm purely nervous because I want Luke to be satisfied that I did my best and hopefully proud of me and pleased. He hasn't given orders in so long I really want to please him and show him that I'll do whatever he tells me to and he can trust me and I won't be half-assed about it. I think I look suitably rough which is what I think he was getting at when he told me not to shave or dress up. I'll be like, "what? I've been wearing this all day. In fact I've been wearing it for the past three days. I just woke up." lol. Ahhhh I hope I look good. I mean, not. Fuck! EEEEEEEE!!!! WHO CARES I'M GETTING LOTS OF COCK IN ME TONIGHT BABYYYYYY YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FUCKING FUCK ME HARD I WANT IT ALL FUCKING TEAR ME UP BITCHES DO IT *runs laps around the house like an excited puppy*