It was Chad, that awful dog, sniffing her, smelling her heated pussy. He raised one foreleg, pawing her jeans, telling her... "No!" Linda snapped.Awfu..., horrible little animal! How dare he think she would let him touch her, especially after she had fucked with Hank."Go, get away from me!" she cried, kicking one leg out at the German Shepherd.Chad backed away, tossing his head about, then moving in a little closer with that steady, low growl Linda knew and feared. She stumbled backward, knocking. Especially with the extra inch on this SIG’s barrel, because that moves my effective range out to almost a hundred yards, and no one expects a pistol to have that kind of range and still be accurate.”“Damn!” exclaimed Joel, “where in hell did that come from. I could have sworn there was no place to hide that weapon.”Jason grinned, and replied, “Sorry, trade secret.”While Joel and Jason were traveling to Capital Hill Dan was meeting with Hawk and his wives in an early morning conference. The. In fact they hadn't talk on the way home either. They mostly slept and tried to keep a low profile. When Sandy went through customs, the agent looked at her in her club wear and she knew he thought she was a slut. Then he opened her suitcase. Sandy gasped as there were no clothes in it, and it was filled with all sorts of sexual devices. There were anal plugs, dildos, ball gags, cuffs, clamps, shackles, a strap-on, and everything you could think of to be used in a sexual situation.However that. Most of the girls who came to work here had attended public school, so the experience was nothing new and was preferable to suffering any number of other far more unpleasant duties.” “Holy shit, I went to private school, but I never got caned.” “I still have the original cane as well,” I said. “Can I see it?” “Of course, go over to that cupboard over there, you’ll find it hanging on the rail.” Samantha retrieved the cane and proceeded to walk around the room swishing it and running her hands up.