Then she slidher skimpy low-cut panties down her legs and offover her feet, one at a time. She couldn't sit, andshe didn't want to risk soiling her c...othes. Herlong-sleeve shirt was no problem as, in order tohave her navel fashionably displayed, she hadhacked it off well above her waist. She steppedback into the tall grass between the bushes andsquatted, feeling the grass prickly against her thighsand buttocks. The urine ran into the grass quicklyand easily, but the number two was going to. Once it was in, the snare was activated. Sarah sucked on her dildo eagerly, until she felt a pressure on her neck. She looked down just in time to see the ends of a collar click close around her neck, trapping the dildo within her mouth. Melody was likewise being collared. Both mermaids then felt the collars being pulled up, and they had no choice but to be hauled up with them.In their rooms, the men smiled as they hauled in their catch. Both men had watched the previous performance, and. Dr. Denise Moore had fielded many offers during her last year of Post-Doctoral research, her work with the Gallo Institute’s team raised the bar for experimental pharmacology, and she knew it. She had her pick of the top options: government, chemical companies, even some international conglomerates made her excellent offers–for a new kid on the block. But she wanted full control, at 29, she might be young to head a development lab, but she knew her own potential. She should, she’d spent years. I had spent too much time and mental energy in figuring out that I wanted more from our relationship. This had been coming for some time, and now was the time to act."Any suggestions on what you'd like to do this weekend?" I asked Rita on Tuesday morning while we went over a new estimate."I don't know," she smiled. "What do you want to do?" I just want to be with you," I said, looking at her carefully. I'd found my opening and I'd said what I wanted to say.I saw the look of recognition almost.