” About then they heard a siren in the distance. Bugs, Sarge, Doreen and Wilbur all cranked their heads toward the front window. Coming around the c...rner on two wheels, blue lights flashing, was a two-toned brown county sheriff’s car. As it approached the Waffle House the siren went silent and the flashing lights stopped. The car slowed suddenly and pulled into the parking lot. Two heavy set county deputies in brown uniforms piled out of the car adjusting their large bellies over their belt. « Oh yeah. Trust me that guy is awful. And he doesn’t care about any of his girls. When i told him i bought you he told me he wished he’d found you before. So you should be thankful that you’re mine instead of his. At least with me you’re going to be loved and cared for. His slaves don’t even get that privilege. »Part of her started feeling grateful. The other guy seemed awful in comparison. But she hated that feeling because it meant a part of her was starting to accept her master. And she. We sat in our usual positions; Katie close to me on one side of the table with Becky directly across from us. The conversation was just small talk about what we’d seen in town and whether there was anything else we wanted to do beyond the cabin and its stretch of lakefront. Katie and I couldn’t think of anything more we wanted to see in town, having had our fill of tourist-oriented curios and mementos, so the three of us decided we’d just hang around the cabin in the morning until it was time. Then back to the hike... which was the far less fun part for me. After a couple months, she wanted to know more about my interests and fetishes and so I told her about my interest in sharing my girls with other guys. Initially she said that was crazy. But the more I told her about how I'd done it with other girls I think it started to seem less and less outlandish to her. While I had shared most of my girls with my close friends she was really not up for that. She did however have a close.