Seconds later she heard the sound of noisy lapping, and whenthat ended, the soft padding of his paws on the straw as he left the shed. She closed her ...yes again. The usual feeling of anticlimax was afflicting her;she longed to be able to move her arms and wipe the sweat from her grimy face,and the straw under her shoulders and back was now packed uncomfortably hardfrom the pressure of her weight. Already she was bored, longing for the cuffsto open and free her. She thought of a long, cool. Finally, the workday was at an end.The drive home just another delay.As expected for this evening, blessedly her family would be out of the house granting her the needed time for sensual seductions of self.Yet a worry.A nervous bite of her lower lip.Would her owner be online?She could try to find another playmate, but it was her owner’s attention that she truly craved.A quick scan of her notifications.Ah!There it was.Her Mistress’s message. ADarkAngel: “Dress code four.”ADarkAngel: “When you. Actually he knew from first-hand experience that she was far worse than that.Norman: So what if she and any of the other bitches saw u? There are 5 of u and 3 of them. Plus the town will be on your side right. I mean they are outcasts who just luckily got rich.Jim: Well I don't know what she is capable of but just be careful mate. U have no idea what people are capable of. U said she is a gypsy. That makes it even worse mate. U don't wanna mess with gypsies, especially if they know it was u. I rubbed my finger against my face, covered my mouth with the arch of my hand and drew my hand down over my face, finally cupping my chin and leaving out a big sigh.“You’re Bill Trantor’s wife?” I blurted out in disbelief.“No, not his wife – his daughter.”I closed my eyes and bit the side of my mouth. I looked up to the ceiling and pondered for a few moments. This was getting worse and worse.“Youngest daughter – I’m in College, University of East London, studying social photography, of all.