For a few minutes, nothing happened. Rachel had a questioning look on her face and Laura felt a little blushing to run up to hers. ‘I can’t let i... go... even though I have to pee now too’ – she finally admitted. ‘How do you do it?’ ‘Oh, you can talk.’ – she added as the slave remained silent. ‘I don’t know; it’s always been easy for me. Maybe try thinking of a waterfall.’ Laura closed her eyes and pictured the Niagara in her mind. ‘It’s not working’ – she complained. ‘Keep trying’ – Rachel. On getting home he had a nap and Mike and I talked over how things have progressed of late.I admitted really enjoying the session/s I have had with him and our dog now and told him I keen to continue, so long as he was okay with it and we all remained safe and only did it with him on a ‘special’ basis.As much as I am loving being a ‘dogslut’ I still crave men and want to keep the specialty of me having fun with Bruno; I don’t want it to become the norm, so to speak.At the minute though his is. Jessie was scared: she'd been unforgivably naughty on the way home from school, and Mummy was going to smack her bottom. She swiped her eyes with the heel of her palm, sobbing in open fear. This was all Jess' fault; he was the one who'd started the fight, the one who said all those terrible things. It just wasn't right. She hadn't done anything. Couldn't Mummy see that?She sat down on the bed and pulled on her prim white girl-socks. They were her favourites, the ones with the pretty lace frill. ?Not yet. Let's talk a bit, first? you say. And many menstop there, not recognising your well-camouflaged desires, this quintessentialbehavioural self-contradiction a la Japonaise . But this time youknow it there will be no stopping, that in coming here with me you have alreadyirrevocably crossed some threshold? Still holding your hair I speak to you, for the first time softly but firmly. ?Listen,now, Pia. You are pretty and intelligent. But you have much to learn, so muchto understand about.