M.Jennifer stopped and looked straight at me. She was horrified. "Someone shot their dog? Who would do a thing like that? What kind of animal shoots a...family's dog?"After kissing Jennifer and promising that I'd think about a partnership, I headed downtown. I had some restaurant business to take care of. After riding on the freeway and in to the city for about five blocks, I arrived at my destination. I rolled up to the back of the "The Chicken's Lips" and walked in through the kitchen. Waving. She pointed out that visitors would have to go through her area to get to my office. Once inside my office, she pointed out the executive wet bar. I didn't remember that in the original plans and asked Susan about that."Since we were putting in a full bathroom in the apartment, it was easy enough to pipe up a wet bar in your office. Fred had seen one in another building and contracted the carpenter that built that one to do this one."I liked it and liked that Susan didn't feel the need to get. And she just loved to fuck, her first college discovery."Nineteen," she thought to herself with a smile. "I've fucked 19 different boys and men this week. That must be a record for the first week for a freshman girl. Wow! Nineteen!" She tried to remember them all but they ran together in her mind, a series of multiple orgasms and stiff pricks. She ground the thick bar of soap around her jugs and down her bulging pudenda and gasped as she split her labia and nudged her upright clit.She closed. She hooked her finger around what looked like a miniature belt and let it dangle, noting the large metal ring at the front. There were more bits of leather and metal, examining them determined they were restraints. Just the thought of being cuffed to a bed, helpless, made her panties wet. She imagined being strapped to Mr. Smith's bed as he tortured her with the objects within the boxes. Her breathing quickened as she imagined his hands sliding over her ample breasts, toying with her nipples,.