Then there's the kind of trust where you'd feel safe telling someone your deepest, darkest secret, or allowing them to stand behind you with a loaded ...un.My bother and his wife didn't fall into any of those categories. Not with me.I trust damn few people, and with good reason. The few times I've trusted anyone ... anyone at all ... they've invariably let me down.I'm not a great judge of character, not by any means. I've screwed up more than a few times in that respect, but there's one positive. Some minor differences – Millie being shaved certainly gets my attention. I think we’ll have to feel them to make a final decision.”“Bob, don’t you dare,” Clare said.“Quiet!” he barked. “The judges must have all the facts in hand in order to make their decision.”A hand rubbed gently over my ass, sliding over each cheek, and then gently squeezing them. It was followed by a second, then a third. “Ok ladies, stand up,” Bob said. The men quietly looked at each other. “It’s a tie,” Tom announced.. She hadn't. She had allowed him to use her like some plastic mail-order blow-up doll. The girl knew she was no better than a convenient receptacle for the man's cock."What's wrong, kid?" came Sherry's soft voice."Nothing," lied Debbie, trying to find her towel and pull it around her shaking shoulders. She wanted to be alone. To tell anyone of the utter humiliation that had been heaped upon her would only add to her despair."You're lying. That son of a bitch Bradford did something do you, didn't. Dec turned her around where he could see her face. With a stern look, he pointed to the puddle of cunt cream on the table."You made a mess, Puppy. Clean it up. Now," he demanded.Jake watched the master at work. So, she was to be a puppy. He got two rubber bands and parted her hair. Placing a ponytail on each side, he made her long hair into floppy ears."Hey boss. You want the big tail or the little one?" he asked.Dec looked over at Jake, and then back to puppy. The look of confusion on her face.