Claire attached a collar around my neck and tied a leash to it. My butt-plug made me look like a true bitch with an actual tail.“Good bitch,” Clai...e said and pulled my leash as I crawled towards a brunette sitting on the chair towards the door.I was getting wet now just by the feeling of being a slut. I don’t know what was gonna happen to me next.“Sarah, meet Jasmine and Joan,” Claire said as she pointed towards the brunette who was Jasmine and a black lady sitting next to her who was. .. but was it intentional? I shot a glance up at Mercedes.She smiled and nodded. She’d named her daughter after me. I was a little shaken. Mercedes mouthed the word, “Later... , “ to me. Most assuredly, I was going to need to know how this came about.“ ... How old are you, Mattie,” I asked, that being the second question all adults ask a child just introduced them.“Three!” she answered quickly. She knew all the questions too. She had trouble showing me just three fingers on her right hand and. He asked me if I had fun the night before and showed me the pictures. I was so ashamed that I took off work for several days. George called my house and told me that if I didn't come in he would send a copy of those pictures to my husband's office. When I came back to work he made me have sex with him sometimes in his office after work."Ed inserted the disk with Betty's pictures and pulled up the last picture, "Do you have any idea who this man is?"Ann looked at the picture and shuddered, "Yes. To their surprise, Marion opened the rear door, and Duke eased out. Bystanders let out low screams as the now-giant Bengal tiger stretched his huge body, and then sat up attentively beside Marion, awaiting further developments. Donald, meanwhile, had opened the trunk. A bellman removed their luggage, and then led the way into the hotel. Marion had her hand lightly on Donald's left arm, while Duke paced along majestically beside her."You look so proud, Duke!" Marion mentally communicated."Of.