Session Stories: That Motherfucker

I love my Spanish footslave, but he can really get on my nerves sometimes. On Saturday he sends me a text message wanting to see me early in the morning.  I was just getting out of bed to have breakfast with a friend. I told him no and he continued to text me wanting to know when and where he could see me. I told him he could see me later in the evening.  He called me while I was out eating breakfast and I didn’t answer the phone.  I called him back at my convenience when I was done with breakfast to tell him that I was on my way out the door for a trip to Santa Cruz. He kept begging and pleading to see me, and I refused.  I know what he wants and I will give it to him when I want to give it to him.  Begging can be entertaining. I do like a man groveling at my feet, but when I say no I mean no.  This motherfucker would not take no for an answer. Next time I see him I am going to beat that man black and blue. I am going to kick him in the face until he has black eyes. I’m going to tear him to pieces and shit on his remains. He is going to suffer.