Next morning at breakfast. It turned out the hotel was a bit out in the country and had walls all round. Breakfast was served on a patio by the pool. ...hen we got there, we couldn’t believe our eyes, could we?” “No. There were several couples there, some just having breakfast. All the women were topless. Well, perhaps we shouldn’t have been surprised by that. But there was one woman sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs, and there was a man in the water giving her a lick. Another. Butas you know, by law, once you're a branded petslave you're one for life. There'sno going back. The role might change; an owner might turn his dog slave intoa ponyslave, but that's very rare. If the owner wants a pony slave usuallythey just buy one. With the abundance of petslaves that's never a problem.There's always another one." She sobered. "That's part of what makes this jobnecessary. There are so many petslaves, and they've become so cheap now withthe new drug therapies the training. My neighbour took off my shirt and ran her hands on my back while kissing me and dug her manicured nails in my back. It was painful but passionate.I lifted her dress and covered us with her gown and started kissing her boobs. I teased my hot neighbour’s erect nipples by moving the tip of my tongue on them while planting some kisses and slowly taking the act to full-blown ravishing of her tits.I was sucking her boobs one by one while running my tongue between her cleavage. Her body was. .." I tried standing up, and my headache got seriously worse. I stumbled, and she took my arm in a surprisingly strong grip. "No, no I must insist," she said overriding my objections. "You're in no condition right now." I followed her meekly to the drawing room, and she helped me lie back on the couch. "I'll just leave the lights off, now, and you can come find me when you're feeling better." I thanked her weakly, and let my eyes close. The room was pleasantly cool, and I heard her.