.." He paused. He couldn't tell about the panties, but with the movement of her breasts when she talked, and the faint dark outline of her nipples, he...was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. He continued, "But I was concerned about how you might be dressed." What ... afraid I might be wearing something?" Sandy asked with a grin. When she first sat down, she had kept her bare legs together. Now she parted them slightly.Bob didn't have Sandy's legs staring him in the face, like Charlie did, but. Wouldn't miss it."We got a small table near the back and ordered drinks. She was wearing a sleveless white blouse, cut a little low, with a knee-length blue skirt. She looked beautiful. I had on a light yellow sun dress that showed a bit of cleavage. I hoped it wasn't too blatant, but I had spent an hour before work trying to find the right thing to wear that day, hoping I'd finally call her."You look great, Sue. I'm so glad you called." Thanks. So do you."We chatted about nothing for a few. When we get home you clip the leash to the collar and lead me inside. You tell me to strip naked and get on my hands and knees in the living room and stay there until you come and get me. I kneel there waiting. I hear you coming and you tell me to sit back on my heels. You wrap rope around my breasts making them stick out, and then clamp my nipples. You tell me to get on all fours again and you lead me out to the backyard. You have me meow as I crawl. In the back yard you have moved the heavy. “It don’t matter Bitch. Just leave the door unlocked. Now take your nude faggot ass and get in Don’s truck where he can take you back to your car.”We drove in silence the 20 minutes back to the gym where my car was parked. It was about 9:00 am on Sunday morning and the parking lot was half full of cars and men and women walking to and from their cars. Don stopped his truck just inside the drive and said, “Get the fuck out until the next time.”“But Sir, my car is parked on the other side of the.