“Wag it,” my mistress instructed. I foundthat by wiggling my hips I could do a reasonableimitation of a dog seeking attention. “Good...doggie,”Ingrid said. “Would you like something to drink?”Pleased by the sudden softening in her tone, I nodded.She led me by my leash over to the sink. Although Iprobably should have expected it, I was still surprisedwhen she poured the water into a dog-food bowl and setit in front of me. The bowl, I noticed, had. She was game.They found one of the many areas with whipping benches and a sling. Irina, an ardent exhibitionist, removed her bustier and was prepared to be Franco’s assistant in the humiliation of their young lover. Franco lost no time in handcuffing Sally’s arms behind her back and tying a blindfold across her eyes. Acting almost like a magician’s assistant, Irina then proceeded to undress Sally as a small crowd gathered to watch this attractive troika perform. On her knees to remove Sally’s. It became more suggestive and then explicit between the two of us and since then it’d been more than once that we both had been in front of our respective webcams for each other since then. A the day of my story? That’s the day I finally met her in the flesh. It was a good line of thought, I’ve later realised, to go through my memories of her and me. How I had been crouched down on my arms and knees and pressing something into my behind for her and the camera. How I had moaned for her and how I. . the looks were following us. Well, the looks were not directed at me but it was nice. I spotted a table and we sat down. The waitress took our order and Tamara grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.She had some incredible moves and when she would gyrate, the skirt would work its way up and then she would just grin and pull it back down. I didn't know how much more teasing I could take. The song finished and we headed back to the table. I excused myself and went to the restroom. I.