.. do you know any other noises? What about a dog or a bitch in heat?’ you ask, rubbing you hand across my back and over my rump amplifying the fact...I’m on all fours. ‘What noise would they make?’I flush bright red at the insinuation ‘woof?’ I reluctantly whisper, believing my colour couldn’t become redder.‘Good girl’ you swoon and graze your thumb over my clit - the shame followed by the sensation makes me moan wildly.‘What about say a cow with big udders?’ you ask patronisingly while fondling. ”I laughed.“Our secret,” I said.I started helping her up into the passenger seat. With one foot on the running board and the other in the cab, her dress was pulled tight against her ass and the hem up high enough to see a flash of bare thigh above her stockings.“So fucking sexy,” I said under my breath. Except, I hadn’t said it under my breath, she’d heard it and froze in position.Mrs. Z looked back at me, “did you just say I was sexy?”I hesitated only a moment before deciding fuck it.“No, I. He believed that, with proper marketing and training facilities, he could turn the place into a facility for the training of girls that would do anything that their fathers wanted. He thought that that was the future of the facility, not a mere “babysitting” camp for a few weeks a year. Two weeks before the camp was to start, he used one of his contacts to set a plan in motion. After all if all or at least most of the girls at his camp disappeared, then John would have to sell. Then most likely. I gave a missed call to Nitya.She opened the garage from inside. I bent under the half-open shutter, and she flipped the switch to close it again. She was within reach. In a tank top and denim shorts. Looking like a 20 something babe with her toned milky legs.The next second we were kissing desperately. I was tracing her pearly teeth with my tongue. She held on to my face, and I finger-combed her silky curtain bangs. She whispered.Nitya: Come with me.Mahesh: Where’s your husband?Nitya:.