There'sno going back. The role might change; an owner might turn his dog slave intoa ponyslave, but that's very rare. If the owner wants a pony slave ...suallythey just buy one. With the abundance of petslaves that's never a problem.There's always another one." She sobered. "That's part of what makes this jobnecessary. There are so many petslaves, and they've become so cheap now withthe new drug therapies the training facilities are using to condition themthat they've become rather a disposable. So, I went down to Joppa on the coast and I booked passage on a ship going to Tarshish, as far away, in the opposite direction from Nineveh, as I could get. Tarshish, now there's a city a guy could really get to like. Fantastic night life, a wonderful marketplace to practice my trade, and a modern sports arena with the fastest chariots this side of the Pillars of Hercules. You should visit there if you get the chance.Well, we set sail for Tarshish. I figured a pleasant boat trip to a fun city. Amy’s some girl she insists I would be perfect for. She’s a gossipy girl who couldn’t pull her head out of her own ass for long enough to realize I didn’t give a shit. We went on two dates and I never called her again. “Well, la-di-da Mr. too-good-for-Amy.” “I just have my mind in other places.” “Are those places warm and moist?” she asked, deepening her voice. She laughed, but I didn’t. I continued looking at her and she stopped, turning away to face the tv again. I smiled inwardly- I was. She went from Steve aggressively sucking her clit to another player tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Long laps, quick wiggles, and enthusiastic sucks were making it more difficult by the second to concentrate on the cock in her mouth.By the time the rotation of manflesh ended with the right fielder – who she thought was named Jake – she was on the verge of coming on Pablo’s tongue. The electric tingles in her clit were joined by a warm itch in her depths. Her toes were even curling. She.