.”I said, “In another person’s body?”Doyle nodded.I asked, “Have you ever actually controlled someone else’s limbs before? As in take cont...ol of their body and walk them around like it’s your own?”Russell said, “Yes, but it doesn’t feel natural.”Doyle said, “And it gives me a headache if I do it very long.”I said, “If I try to show you, will that get me into trouble?”Doyle said, “No, of course not. You’re not violating the rules.”I looked at Russell and gave him a questioning look. Russell. She just wore a silk dress from the Thrift Store and had her hair done up with small flowers. She looked more like a hippie than someone from Old England, but it was a last-minute costume choice. The dress did not fit too well. It had a wide and low-cut neckline and the dress was a bit too large for her. She pinned it in several places to keep it on and went to the festival. I did not see her in it prior to my arrival to the event.I walked around and saw all the kids having a nice time. It was. "Mistress Francesca?" I said. "Maybe you could use the normal toilet if you have diarrhea?" What the fuck?" she moaned and reached for the leather strap. Then changed her mind and said, "Oh, fuck it!"I though that had settled it. I was wrong. She came back to me less than five minutes later. This time, she was carrying a pail. Once again, she slammed her ass on my face and spewed forth a flood of diarrhea shit. She dropped the pail in front of her and leaned forward and spewed her stomach into. This was kind of an experiment to see just how much work the dogs could really do.We set out for Ed Jenson's farm right after breakfast on Saturday and went through our usual routine. We managed to pick up five kills, but the dogs looked like they were pretty well tired out, so I sent them out for a pig to be delivered to Ed's house before we went home. I learned from this trip that I could easily harvest all seven kills in one day; especially if I had a few more dogs. However, to make that.