If you're not busy, would you save me from going on my own?"How very quickly I forgot about the pub quiz I had agreed to being roped into that even...ng!***I met her at 6 - she stood out like an oasis of smiley welcoming light in a desert of chavvy town centre gloom. We went straight into the cinema. As we settled into the seats and munched on popcorn, we were just as two random colleagues - why would there be anything else happening? But I couldn't help notice the soft and subtle but. " Offered Mike, "we should probably stick to German Sheperds or something like that. Common breeds, but big and smart enough to come through in a pinch." I heard that the Navy Seals use Standard Poodles because they are smart and can be trained to do just about anything." I said, "I would imagine that they would be a good choice. Who the hell expects to get chewed to bits by a friggin' poodle?" Well, they are girly enough that no one would think twice about us walking around with one." Noted. Master kept the camera lens pointed at Brenda. “Relax slave,” he said. “You look fantastic, even better than I imagined. I sure everyone in the casino would agree.” A broad smile spread across his face. “I’ve ordered you a drink, it should be here shortly.” “Yes sir,” was all that Brenda could manage. “The necklace is very sexy, don’t you think so slave?” “Ah, yes sir.” “I’d like to see all of it,” he said. “Show me.” Brenda breathed in deeply and tried to think of what to say. It took her only. She let out a deep sigh. WHY? “And…Lotta Cox´s “painless humiliating for the next century”…there..” The man began to lift up her long, loose skirt. Why was she not running for the door? “Are..are they…expensive?”she asked with a voice she hardly could recognize. “I am sure we can…arrange a fair discount…little whore..” She could hear the door-bell ringing in the front room. Some-one arriving. Poetry-lovers, she hoped. The man had her skirt up around her hips, and she pulled her panties down her.