Katie, don’t clock out, I’ll sign off on your time sheet at the end of your shift.’ And he was gone to get my appetizers. I mentioned to Katie t... come in and have a seat across from me. She gave a look around, then walked over to the booth and sat down. ‘Hi,’ I said smiling at her. ‘Hi.’ ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I figured you might enjoy the rest of the day off.’ ‘That was so awesome,’ she gushed. ‘How did you get him to let me off? And he even took your order! I about died when he said he. So I dusted off my old high school investment paper and gave it a quick look see. Well, I still didn’t see anything wrong with it so I went to see a broker the next day over my lunch hour. He gave me a couple of mutual funds to take a look at along with their cash management account details. He also gave me a couple of stocks that he considered long shots, if I wanted to take the risk. I took a look at the stuff that night and decided to plunk down most of my cash into a mutual fund, a lesser. The animal's tongue was sticking out, already searching for Gail's. The girl and her dog tongue-kissed each other again and again. At the same time, Gail stroked his rising cock. Scotty dug his claws into Gail's shoulders and tits in a way that thrilled her, giving her a little pain which turned her on ferociously.The dog and the teenaged girl twisted their bodies against one another as their desire rapidly mounted. They continued to kiss with their tongues, exchanging saliva, while Scotty dug. Made her crawl. Made her bark into his ear. Made her pick things up from the ground with her mouth. And she’d call him, “Daddy.” Maybe that was it. Our dad and how he treated us. Let him fondle and we’d get a treat. Let him kiss and we’d get a reward. Not just money, though. He’d give us attention. Love. This was so cliché—abused girl becomes slutty. And incorrect. A lot of girls don’t become like this. I certainly didn’t. But this poor girl still needed that attention, that reward of love in.