I know I have to let the man doing the piercing look at my body -- and you and master, of course -- but, what of other onlookers? I-- I'm not sure I c...uld handle an audience." I felt my palms get sweaty with just the thought of having an audience of nosey people watching this lady have a stranger pierce her private parts. I stopped massaging your foot as my imagination took on the scene of men leering at my spread pussy lips, or worse, at my pointed breasts as the employee teased them to. ”“How’d you get home?”“Jeremy lives out in the country from here. I’m not far out of his way.”Mention of MY Deena in a car with a male of indeterminate intent popped my antennae up to full height. I guess I’m not as subtle as I wish, sometimes.“Oh, come on, baby,” she said.I was ‘baby’ or other pet names almost as often as I was ‘Dad’.“I hitched a ride with Jeremy because I knew that I could get home and have my way with YOU. You and me, all to ourselves.”“I worry, punkin.” She’d been ‘punkin’. “His premise has come to investigate if a human could be induced, motivated in some way, to take on an a****listic lifestyle. Not completely, you understand, but essentially behave as an a****l. That is what this job is about in part. It is to take care of the dogs, but the other part is to be one of the dogs.”They stopped, to let that last statement sink in. ‘To be one of the dogs’ was shocking. The job was to be a dog? Did that even make sense? How does a person be a dog? A behavioral study. . THAAAAAAT'S ... " Her ass bashed into the bed as she came in multiple orgasms once again within the last ten minutes. I tease her with long licks of her clit causing her to jump and shudder in heart pounding gasps, until slowly she settles back into the support of the mattress. Her panting breaths filling the room. " Now ... it's my turn," I announce with a cunning grin. She looks down at me and suddenly gasps as I stood and she sees my full nine inch cock. " Oh -- please!" she pleaded, ".