On a lark, I checked a few of them out and joined in some chats. I found a couple of groups and chat boards locally based that discussed the merits of...several private clubs in the area. There was also a group that met every few weeks or so, usually at a restaurant where anyone could join. When I saw they were meeting Friday at a restaurant not too far from me, I decided to go and check it out.On Friday, I could not decide what look to go for, and in the end, just wore some jeans, a black. "I didn't know that." Slavery is an economic institution, not a social one." Mr. Reiser looked up at me and smiled. "I'm almost done." Hmmm..." I made a noncommittal sound as it was my turn to ignore him."Come outta there now and leave Suh be," Mercy said, and it was time for that whipping. "We's gone have ourselves a little talkin' to now, Miss Danielle." Oh goody." I breathed. Mr. Reiser glanced at me briefly, looking amused, but he wasn't going to say anything.Mercy was practically tapping. Jean was a little nervous at meeting the family, but she didn't recognize the full significance of the event. We had shared a few tentative plans for a future together, but she had no idea just how serious I had gotten about her.When we got to Laura's, my twin took one look at Jean and a big smile crossed her face. She flashed me a smirk and whisked Jeannie off for a round of introductions. I didn't think too much of it and went off to make my own 'hellos'. I kept a vague eye on Jean and Laura. When he saw my eyes open, it was like someone lit his fuse, he was all over the place.“Get your leash and meet me at the door, I got to piss and get dressed,” I told him and he was gone in a flash.When I got to the door he was ready to go.The first thing he wanted, was to head for the grass by the river. After he’d pissed on every bush, rock and pole there, he scratched off three times and was ready for his run.The sun was coming up and the air was warm, there was a slight breeze and it felt.