Cenu: Woh to purani ho gayi, iss semester ke baad to badh gayi hai tere chuchiya bhi.Versha: Chup raho tum.Cenu: Tujhse baat karne ke baad to hilaye b...na so bhi nahi paunga.Versha: Chal yaar tu hila le, mujhe lag raha hai mummy jaag gayi hai, aur waise bhi mere geeli ho chuki hai mai bhi saaf kar ke soti hu.Cenu: Sunn to. Maine tere naam ka packet le ke rakha hua hai, jab tu aayegi ussi din use karenege.Versha: Yaar! Aise maat bol kaunsa hai?Cenu: Tera favourite, strawberry.Versha: Sunn, tu woh. ‘Need some help?’ Brody asked. The woman dropped her head, sighed, and looked up. ‘Sure,’ she said. ‘It’s obviously not meant for me to do.’ She ran a hand through wavy auburn hair in frustration, then tried a smile. ‘Hi, Mark.’ ‘Hey. Brody, this is Ryan Bancroft. Ryan, this is my teammate, Brody Lang.’ Mark squatted and started picking up the fallen items. ‘He’s mostly housetrained.’ That got a short laugh from Ryan and a glare from Brody. Mark looked up. ‘How’s the ankle?’ Ryan shrugged.. Apart from the din, which assaulted Sam’s ears anew, it was always the smell which Sam first noticed on stepping into the hall, a combination of the sharp tang of dog-stink, mingled with, deeper, more diffuse musky scents and synthetic hints of soap, disinfectant and chemicals. More than half the pens were occupied by large dogs, many standing on their hind legs with paws against the mesh doors and walls of the pens, their tails beating a furious rhythm for the food they knew always came at. " "You made him what?" ejaculated Brenda. "I made him whackoff. I thought I'd find it amusing and it was. He really made a mess that he had to clean up afterwards." "You're kidding!" "Nope." said Mistress, "he's my slave and he does what I want." "Gaahd, I wish I'd seen that." "I can have him demonstrate again for you if you want." Brenda, still uncomfortable backed down quickly. "No, just kidding". But she wasn't sure she was kidding."What else did you make him do?" "He's spent a lot of time.