I decided there was more whiskey under the bar than I could drink and it wasn’t helping me forget. So I quit drinking and put the old pistol back in...my footlocker.”“I won’t ... I didn’t ... I’m alive,” Joanne sputtered. Having Ford say his life depended on her living might have been too much for her.“Don’t you think you should see a counselor, Jo-Jo?” her mom said. “I think that’s what your father and I should do. We’ve been living different lives for too long. We need to be where we can share. I take the peanut butter from the jar, smiling to myself as I spread my asscheeks, and smear it down my taint.“Who’s a good boy?” I laugh. Enzo starts sniffing where I like. I feel his nose cold and wet across my pussy and ass. A shiver runs through me, and I bite my lip and smile back at him. “Dinner time.” I say.Enzo ‘s tongue is flat and soft against my cunt. He licks the peanut butter from me, and then move inside, trying to get the last of it that pushed. I didn’t quite hear what she said when she turned back around to take the wheel. Should I ever decide to settle down a bit and have a child, at least one that I will take with me as you do with April, my girl will start learning to drive something a bit smaller. I’m thinking of a battery-powered boat in the pool until at least ten years old. A lot cheaper to repair or replace when they break it. But, hey, you can spare the three-hundred-billion to buy the Navy another one if she sinks it.”The. I kept a sneer on my face while I adjusted the strapof her chemise, not that it needed it, but the effect was noticeably gettingthrough to her ?Kneel.? As Andrea got down on her knees I reached in mypocket for my afternoon purchase. I dangled it in front of her face. ?Do you know what this is?? I asked. ?Yes, Mistress. A collar, Mistress.? ?Yes, it?s a collar. Do you know what it means?? ?It means I?m your property, your pet, your slave.?? There was a wistful note in Andrea?s voice. ?You want.