" John LaMont asked as he watched Martha's handiwork with pride. "Nose and Tits?" Tits and Clit, oh and Labia," he announced.My Labia, like Mina's, ...o be ringed so I could hold it open, and Clit, I was nor even sure where my Clitoris was."Up on the table then, Lou." John LaMont muttered as he lifted me gently onto the table, "best lose the fuzz," he continued.I saw someone had bought a ladle full of something hot and as John lay sacking on my belly so the Jacob Hunstanton, a slave, began to. I had been dreaming. This wasn't one of my friends. This was my owner. I had just called my owner a bastard. He had changed, his black fur was dripping wet and clung to his body. His muzzle opened a bit, it looked just like a malicious grin.He snorted, shook himself again with vigour. “Sorry, Sir”, I murmured, looked down on my feet. Another snort, he moved, came towards me, faster than I could react. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up. Startled I shrieked, but he just threw me. I’m so sorry to hear that you are your team’s first Daycare flu victim,” the female voice suggested. “Oh it’s Sandra. Lucinda said you were sick.”‎‎”Hello Sandra, I’m mostly snotty. That isn’t life threatening just very uncomfortable,” I explained.‎‎”Would you like me to bring you over a can of chicken noodle soup,” she asked.‎‎”I’ll pass. I am just going to stay inside and try to stay warm and dry,” I replied. “I do appreciate the offer though.”‎‎”You sure that you don’t need anything?” Sandra. I tried again and she still resisted, but only a little, then she relented and allowed me to pull them down. She willingly stepped out of them and stood naked in front of Colin. I turned her around, slapped her ass, and sent her to her classroom. I had to physically push her out the door into a corridor of students. I held the door shut, in case she wanted back in, but there was no push back. I opened the door and she wasn’t there so I peered out and down the corridor. There I saw her.