I looked at the woman and her familiar face trying to remember the story."She fell in love." Love? But what's that got to do with her becoming a hooke...?" Her lover was in love with a prostitute. He confessed to her that the only way he could ever be excited was when he knew that the woman made her living by servicing several men each day. He didn't want an expensive call girl. He wanted a cheap street walker." Wow! Then what happened?" She started hooking. At first she was really shy and bad at. My app was going live on Friday. Carol visited me several times during the day. When she came in in the late afternoon she had a troubled look on her face. I asked what was the matter. Her face was red and her eyes flitted back and forth.She said, "Ralph wants me to go to his office this afternoon."I said, "So what did you say?"Carol said, "I told him no. I told him no more. He was a little disappointed and mildly threatening."I said, "Great. You did a good job. I love you. We'll just. For the most part, I would just admire her laundry hung up in the yard, mostly her bra which were hung up. I never really got to see her panties until one evening it was late out and she had left her garage door open. In the garage, there was a laundry basket and in the basket was a few clean, small, white panties. Not terribly interesting, and I didn't take them. I was also scared out of my wits about getting caught skulking around like a creep. Not long after that I had noticed that these. My masters toyed and played with me, making me bark and roll around on the ground, my clothes becoming stained and somewhat soaked…At this point, and with the evidence of my shredded suit coat, and tagged-up tie, I knew my clothing wouldn’t be left intact much longer, I just hoped I wouldn’t lose them while we were outside. Did they bring the scissors? Are they planning on stripping me right here? All these thoughts ran through my mind as I pretended to be their “pup”.My thoughts wandered.