Gayle tried not to let this bother her. After all, he was just a dog. Yet the way he'd looked at her made her neck hairs tingle. As if he'd been undre...sing her. No, it was silly."You do look like a nymph in a bikini," Ann Marie said. "Don't the boys give you a hard time?" I don't date all that much." Gayle spread suntan lotion on her long legs. That Great Dane was still staring! And now Gayle began to remember all too vividly how her aunt had fucked him the night before. How could she be a. Usually he just helped her sleep and the first few times he did it, she mentioned getting the best nights sleep ever. However, after suggesting she leave her shitty boyfriend she hadn't trusted him to help her again.His younger sister Lynn however usually just asked for things to help improve her mood which Nick had always done without abusing her trust. He had found that if his suggestion was totally opposite of what his subject would be okay with they would break out of their suggestible. “She told me of her plans for you. Naked, you will attend to her every whim, whilst in front of you she copulates with her latest lover. Afterwards you will clean their intimate parts, and they will sip chilled white chardonnay together. Periodically she will instruct the maid, Nina, to discipline you. Yes, Nina, Jonathon, can you visualise that?” “No, no, I’m Richard not Jonathon.” Richard desperately mmmm’d incomprehensibly into his gag. “Nina, the plump middle aged Latin maid that you. I sat quietly and patient as they dropped to her ankles, and her feet lifted one at a time.“Dress too,” I ordered, as I wafted my hand at her stance.“But I didn’t think….” she again started.“You don’t have to think,” I snapped in. “Just do as you’re told. That piece of rag you call a fucking dress. Take it off …… now.”Despite the feigned aggression in my emphatic demand, still she was slow to react. But after several tense seconds her hands reached down to the hem of her dress and arced it up.