He had $2,357 in gold and silver in a bag in among his other stuff. We guessed that it must be part of the loot from that bank robbery a few days earl...er, but we had no way to know for sure. The man was not on one of our wanted posters, so he could have a legitimate reason to carry that much money. That banker had been such an ass when we talked to him that we were not going to ride all the way back to his bank just to be insulted again. Therefore, we pocketed the money and took the guns, etc.. I observed a slight change in his mannerisms. His hugs and sexy comments were on the increase, making me uncomfortable.A week later, during our usual chess game, he managed to end the third game in a draw for the first time! He asked me, “Don’t you think I deserve a treat from you for this?” I smiled and asked, “Why not? Tell me what you want.” I promised to give a treat of his choice.Then he whispered into my ears, “I want this sexy, supple and nubile fairy with me, in a bikini, one whole. When I came back from the diner, with Varsha's number written across my pubic area, I was slightly shivering. I was just giving up control to this little twerp. She now knows that she could make me do nearly anything she wanted me to. I was controlled by my pussy and she held the buttons to that. I convinced myself that If I did ever develop a semblance of a backbone and stand up to her she'd blackmail me with all the videos she took of me today. Even though I did to Varsha, I didn't want to. Her surprise of feeling a cold, wet thing graze the inside of her thigh made her scream aloud. Realization dawned quickly enough, and her relief to find that it was Curly's nose and not a snake or something crawling between her legs.Shaking her head, Marsha looked under the kitchen table."Curly, you're naughty. Get out of there." Her admonition was half hearted, however, and the dog ignored his mistress. Marsha tried to go back to the job at hand, but Curly's curiosity brought his snout right.