Give me your hand."I took her wrist and moved it so that her fingers were behind his ear. "Now, just scratch it gently with your fingertips. Most dogs...like that. Right Dino?"Of course, Dino was right there, making sure that Bozo didn't do anything to hurt his new friend so I had no problem scratching behind his ears."If you're nice to a dog, he'll be nice to you. Just make sure it's a dog you know. If you ever have any questions, you can always ask Mama Wanda or Daddy John or any of us here.. ’ Her tongue slowly moved to wet her lips. She smiled, coyly biting one fingernail, and looked up at him through her lashes. ‘Hmm. Well, let’s see. I have four of these,’ he lifted the white rope from the night before. He delved into his bag and poked through the contents. ‘And I have these.’ He pulled his hand out, dangling a set of steel handcuffs from one finger. ‘And just what do you propose to do with those?’ she asked, one eyebrow arched in mock indignation. ‘Maybe I’ll let you decide.’. Tom had stood within the stand of trees between the house and the cottage where he lived with his father. He watched as her bedroom light went on and she stripped her clothes before walking to the window to open it. She had always seemed oblivious to the fact that she may be seen. They were on a farm, he conceded, but there were enough farm hands that lived on the property that, like him, could possibly see her. Admittedly she didn’t do it often, but he had always watched since he was a young. She could work one of the window booths on Amsterdam Row.’ ‘Bah.’ Donovan cast aside her warning of the law. He poked her mind. In a split second it was over, her mind was now content with his wishes. ‘This slut will have a more rounded ass soon.’ ‘Then might I suggest an ass short skirt. Perfectly legal, yet still showing enough skin for a slut.’ ‘Yes. And she’ll be having larger boobs.’ ‘Hmm, well in that case, might I suggest bikini tops. Perfectly sizable to any new size your slut is going.