“ They feel just as good as they look, Megan, I love a nice pair of tits”, Ryan said still focused on my breasts rather than looking me in the eye...which I found quite amusing.I looked down at his hands seeing a wedding ring on his left finger, the same finger that he was now using to fondle my nipples, I didn’t really know what to think. But I know it felt really dam good. I reacted by starting to move my hips once more, dry humping his increasingly growing boner, my panties were quickly. Now, let’s go,” she insisted as she took his arm and pulled.“Oh, shit. They told me you were a slave driver,” he gasped out, trying to joke, she supposed.“Let’s go, Girls. This applies to you, too.”Within a few seconds, she had them going again. A little later, she allowed them to walk for a hundred steps. “I’ll count our steps aloud, but when I reach a hundred, we will jog again. No excuses. The next step after one hundred will be a jogging one. See the white marker on the tree a hundred yards. "What the fuck is going on? Emily? Holy mother fucker." Shyla hissed, glaring at both of us and I was surprised by her language. I raised a perfect brow, stepping of from behing Jovanne who stepped forward in protection but I pushed him back and faced Shyla. She tore her eyes from my body. "What? Never seen a woman's body before?" I said, putting my hands on my hips and stood tall. "No. I've never seen a sluts body." She narrowed her eyes but slightly smiled and I smiled back. "Get over her you. She tried to ask where they were going, but he only shushed her. From experience, she knew that usually meant to keep quiet or he would be forced to put on the gag too! After getting his clothes on, he helped her off the bed, and clipped the leash to her collar. It was difficult going down the stairs with her ankles chained together, but Chris was patient with her as he lead his pretty captive by the leash out into the night air. It was the 'dog days' of summer, so even in the evenings, it was.