I only cared about serving you. Pleasing you was all I could think about.” “You did please me, pet. Very much.” Callie squirmed under Ben's inte...se gaze as he went on. “I knew you enjoyed a little name calling from our Skype sessions. How would you feel about exploring humiliation and objectification further? Being called pet, for example. Wearing a collar and leash. Being led around on all fours. Does that excite you?” “Mmm, yes. I don't know why, but yes.” She could feel herself blushing as. No one in their right minds would have a phone unlocked these days. We practically fill them with our lives. Unlike most people, however, this girl had her name and an ICE phone number on the lock screen. He instantly recognised the name: Jenny Scott was a girl in his university. A few of his friends had tried to get in her pants last semester but had been very firmly rejected. Now he was here with her phone, and as much as the right thing to do was to give it back, he couldn’t help but feel a. . . giving away her true feelings. "Let's get a closer look at these little titties," he said as the undershirt was being pulled up by his thumbs. Slowly the base of her lemon-like breasts appeared . . . white from being covered at the beach by her bikini. Her pink areolas soon were visible and then two slightly darker bare nipples popped into view as rigid as little jellybeans. He rubbed the outside of her breasts and then made little circles around her rigid nipples. She began to moan. We served it over rice with a side of stir-fried mixed vegetables—I did that part—and it was delicious. We gave some to Asmedogh, who also polished it off happily.At her suggestion Asmedogh joined us to eat dinner that evening. I don't know why I hadn't thought of that when it was just him and me; it simply never occurred to me. He sat on the table instead of at it, of course, and didn't join much in the conversation—there was no physical link, which Camilla still needed, and in any case he.