I'd really rather run Ringo with David, and King, if it's all right with Mr. Gravengood." David and King?" Mike frowned. "Those are about the two dumb...st dogs we've got." Yes, Daddy. But they're also the fastest. I'd really rather take George in the lead. He's faster, but he's not proven as a leader yet." How do you know they're the fastest?" Mark asked."Can't you see it when they run?" Tiffany asked. "They're always working harder than the other dogs, trying to run faster. And, Ringo is faster. The driver quickly sliced the ropes that held Mommy aloft. She collapsed into the yellow sea and wailed loudly as her still-tied breasts slapped -- pop -- against her chest."Mommy!" Kathy pleaded as the driver untied her hair and hoisted her over his shoulder. "I want my Mommy," she lamented as he bent her over a rough wood sawhorse and secured her ankles and wrists to its unfinished legs."Your Mommy's gonna be just fine, little one," the driver positioned himself behind the helpless girl.. No wonder he hadn’t given me a second glance. I wasn’t Quasimodo, but then again, I wasn’t an angel. Self-conscious, I glanced down, and gave myself a 6 or 7. Legs, pale from the winter but slowly developing their normal summer glow, seemed a mile long in my wraparound skirt. My soft stomach wasn’t hidden very well by a tank top, carelessly thrown on when I had gotten the call to come to the beach. My halter-style bikini top, a brilliant shade of purple, was clearly visible, and definitely. I hadstopped trying to fight it, as I found myself stepping into the shower.The water was lukewarm, but soothing as I cleaned myself up. I eventook the chance to check out my own body (hey, I was going to have toget used to it anyway) both by touch, and after I got out, in thebathroom mirror.I was, in short, the perfect sex doll. Massive, yet perfectly formedand perky tits, an hourglass figure that shouldn't have been able tosupport me, face like Miss America, even though my lips were.