.." Tiffany wailed tearfully. "She's really going to... do that for me? I can't let her, I just can't." That's show biz, kid," Dippy shrugged, darting...a sharp appraising glance at the young girl. "And maybe she won't mind as much as you think. Maybe you're all wrong about big sister June, kid. I happen to know that she made it with a married couple last night, and got buggered by a delivery man in the kitchen of their apartment this morning. Also..." He paused, waiting for all that to sink in. They then tied my ankles to another pole at the bottom of the horse box, holding them wide apart and increasing the strain on my poor breasts. "Smile, slut," said Tim. He pointed a camera at me and took another picture.They closed the box, leaving me stood there in silence. The Ben Wa balls were still inside me and I was busting for the toilet.I felt the horse box jerk forward as we took off. The pull on my breasts was instantly torturous. I screamed into the bit. I hoped we might get pulled. I kept my name and my husband doesn't mind. He understands the history of it, the whole Plush Buddies thing and hasn't a fragile male ego like a lot of men. He's more confident than that I think.Anyway, my husband's off to fuck Sonja and Anna. Unlike the rest of his ladies, he doesn't share them with me. It's like with me and Linda and the ladies I guess. You'd think I would be upset, but I'm not. He's my soul mate and I'm his. I trust him and he trusts me. Nothing has or I believe will end. If he continued to progress this fast, he would be moved into the sellable category in a few more sessions. Yes, things were looking up for Samson.That evening when Grace again checked her mail, she had an answer with a telephone number, and she had one more preliminary inquiry. Yes, things were looking up at this end of the business, too.Grace also sent out coded emails to all of her contacts about the availability of several fresh dogs available for DP service. Maybe she would hear something.