I know Master cared for the dogs more than me he made it very obvious, he had 2 male Alsatians.Master returned to where I lay, and sat himself down in...front of me on the sofa. He leaned forward and roughly tore the tape from around my head and mouth, before yanking out the boxer shorts from my mouth. He raised one of his feet and put his shoe near my face."Clean them bitch"I could see Master had yet again stood in dog shit, I know he did it on purpose but he didn’t care and I dare not say a. ‘Long story.’ ‘Uh huh.’ The sergeant reached for the tactical batons, and paused, staring at the handle on one of them. ‘And what is this button on the baton here?’ The prisoner looked at the patrolman who held him. Officer Bussey unlocked the cuffs, and the prisoner made a show of slowly — very, very slowly — reaching for the baton. The sergeant’s brows rose at the exaggerated movements. Most guys brought through the station were so confident, they would think nothing of grabbing weapons. But. While she opened my shirt and slid her hand in to rub my admittedly hairless chest, I pondered the fact that Jolene had become the first woman in my stable in almost no time and without conflict, largely because she wished to do so. Marie had been with me for several years and one would expect her to contest this change -- but ours was a relationship based upon convenience and very similar to the sponsor/concubine relationship at the outset. Marie was a 'trophy wife' -- a mistress, actually,. She wasmarried to Ron, who owned the business?he was away much of the timegetting orders, so Madge actually ran things?we were a pharmaceuticalswholesaler.The problem occurred when I was on a week's holiday. I came back andnoticed a frostiness from the girls and was told to report to Madge. Ihad no idea what the problem was."You asked to see me, Mrs Heller?" Ah yes, Robin, come in." She got out a file from the cabinet behind herand glanced through it in such a way that I couldn't see what she.