A few minutes later, at a moment when we’d paused our quiet conversation to watch Mr. White discipline another group that had gotten a bit loud, Mat... leaned back in his chair and declared, “My tits are sore.”“Guys don’t have tits,” said Nick.“Well, what the fuck do you call these?” he replied, pointing both index fingers to the general direction of his nipples. “I think I benched a little too hard this morning. And now I have a tits-ache.” Matt often started his day at the gym, so this was no. . IT... STTT... OOOPPPPPP!“ she shrieked.Grinning complacently, Jason continued to slap the wildly squirming buttocks until he received another nod from Madame Vesta. Breasts heaving, choking with sobs, Julia hung and swung in her manacles and chains. Her eyes rolled back in her head, saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. How... how OH HOW... could this be happening to HER!„Are practical demonstrations beginning to impress you more than words, girl?“ enquired Madame Vesta when Julia. I know I'm a dog but those big teets were all I needed to fixate on her as a conquest.I knew she spent the mornings out pushing a stroller around for exercise and decided to make sure I started "bumping" into her regularly. At first it was the awkward condolences/congratulations regarding the firing/promotion but then it became about her kid and then it became casual conversation. There was a fair amount of crazy conspiracy stuff in there too as things got more comfortable and I knew there was. The place was busy; it was getting close to the dinner hour. I approached the man at the bar.“Are you the Innkeeper?” I asked.“I am; how can I help you?”“Do you have a room for rent?”“I do, the cost is two pinches a night includes meals and drink.”“I would like to rent a room.”“Two pinches please.” He said.I laid two pinches down. He grabbed my money and led me up the stairs to a room. There was a single bed, a wash table with a pitcher with water in it and bowl next to the pitcher. There was.