But then I changed my mind and went for the vibroballs remote. My brain, fried as it was, couldn’t decide which to turn off first and in the one mom...nt of indecision the line was crossed and the freight train barreling toward me was unstoppable. For a second I thought about fighting it, the punishments I’d agreed to welling up in the back of my mind. I imagined myself on all fours, in the kennel, a furry tail plugged into my ass, wet cold noses sniffing around me. Or ordered to seduce the. Com where girls were trotted like ponies on cobblestone streets. I enjoyed seeing Hot blonde women who should be treated like queens on yachts in the Riviera walked on leashes like dogs outside of German restaurants.Most of all I enjoyed the pictures or videos where the woman had been body painted. In some cases, they would be painted to look like they had on clothes. In others, they may have a sad British bulldog painted on their chest so that his eyes are her tits and his mouth is her pussy.. The motion of her hand as if she had ball bearings in her wrist. It reminded me of the wheels of a locomotive engine. If you every look at the shaft attached to the wheels it doesn’t jerk back and forth, it flows at the end in a circular motion and that is what her hand did, it never stopped at the end of a stroke. It was continuous motion. I really wanted to come right there and then because I couldn’t imagine anything being better but I held back just in case, hoping I wouldn’t regret it. "Two-Three, has she delivered any babies before?"The question was so out of the blue that it took a moment to register. Marla nodded and held up two fingers. "Roger that, two babies." Ok, I'll let Mel know when she gets back." There was a long pause. "Sorry, over."A new voice broke in, male. "Last calling station, what is your location and situation?" He sounded pushy and demanding to Marla. He repeated himself. After a moment he changed tactics. "Two-Three, what is your location? We can pick.