[ Baby runs, as promised, to her room, her smile the widest it's been since the Otis shit. She has to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from gleefully squealing, jumping up and down at the sight of her pretty, pretty present and her pretty, pretty Master. ]


(( The fun continues HERE. )) (http://community.livejournal.com/lastvoyageslogs/272329.html)