She added some hairspray to hold it in place. Thenshe saw a pretty broach in the suitcase. She took it and pinned it tothe suit coat. "There. Perf...ct."William wanted to protest, but he didn't see the point. He wasn't goingto win; he held none of the cards. "Fine," he said. "Let me lookthrough the suitcase for some underwear and then we can go." You don't need underwear."William furrowed his brow again. "Say what?" You don't need panties." Yes, I do." No, you don't. No one will see. I was thinking all the time about Sirand wanted to treat Master Pete's cock and balls as if they were Sir's. Whenhe had enough, Master Pete let me drink, lapping up the water withoutspilling any, and eat the bits of food in my food dish. Then he led my intomy cage, passed my a pair of Sir-scented underpants and left me to curl upand nap.The taller of Pete's slaves returned in just a minute. He had a pair ofunderpants in his hand. He came to my cage and stood above me, smilingslyly. "Boy, your. Kip was dressed and sitting at the dining room table with Catherine, Adriana, Grace, and Vickie. They all looked up at me as I entered, the concern etched in their faces."What's up?" I asked, taking an empty seat. Prissy came through the door just then, bearing a large platter of eggs, surrounded by sausages and bacon. Grace set a cup of coffee in front of me, kissing me worriedly on the cheek as she did."We don't know," Catherine replied. "Mr. Graham called last night and said he had. He was a good looking man, just her type although perhaps her therapist would tell her this infatuation with Tom were major daddy issues. She didn’t care that he was in his late forties, he was distinguished and still had a LOT going for him. She could tell what he’d looked like when he was younger and by his slight arrogance that he was at some point a bit of a lethario. That should probably put her off but to be honest she. knew this was only ever going to be some fun. This sort of fling.