I thought I could beat a woman at chess, but she put me in my place and reduced me to tears. This is my public apology, and my recognition of my own inferiority. Thank you for making me your chess bitch.
Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
Apparently the (unfortunate) popularity of the Queen Alex dolls has ignited an unexpected trend amongst some Goddesses: acquiring dolls for their pigs to fuck, thus making their rare orgasms even more humiliating.
