Martha and Clementine’s daddy gifted me his thick black leather belt with the instructions that both girls needed to be “strapped” every night j...st to remind them of their vow of obedience. I thought that sounded a bit harsh, but in all honesty, my Clementine was one of those females that quite enjoyed having her hindquarters reddened whenever she got down on all fours and assumed the position she liked the best for humping even though it certainly didn’t look very ladylike no matter which way. "Ohh Krypto! You wonderful, wonderful dog! You're going to make me fall in lo..mphhhhhh." Her words were cut off as Krypto leaned forward and pushed his tongue into her mouth for another session of sloppy kissing, his now drooling mouth sending spit past her tongue into her thirsty throat, quenching her thirst with dog drool that she was forced to swallow.His pounding became more pronounced as wonder woman brought her legs and hands to encircle his body and white fur. She suddenly felt him. I’ve watched him behind the partly lowered blind, moving to get a better view, and I reckon that it’s definitely a phone he’s filming us with. Although the guy (and his wife) has been living with parents in the house for about a year, I’ve never actually spoken to him…I have chatted with the old guy a few times but never the son…..until a few evenings ago….hence this update! I had been working from home for a couple of days, and a few evenings ago I decided to go for a walk to loosen up after. Dante hadn’t tried to fit in with the men and women in the Homeless Hotel. Most of the time was spent sitting on a railroad tie thinking about his commission, but he didn’t do anything about it. The only time he wasn’t on the railroad tie was when he was doing some odd job around the Homeless Hotel to earn his food for the day. Not once did he pick up his sketch book to draw Harry. He didn’t even consider attempting to draw Harry.Even worse than not doing anything, Dante had ignored everyone.