He and Susan had a wonderful time. Two months later when he tried to repeat it, Susan had thrown a fit the moment Pat walked in the door. Surprised, s...e had immediately retreated and had not been back to the house since then."So," Dennis made an effort to change the topic. "How's things at home for you?" Not great," Pat admitted. "We seem to be drifting apart. The hours are all wrong. I spend too much time at work, too much time with the other cops." She sighed. "Hell, we also had a fight. I'll be back in a little while. Keep the hose on her until I return. Make good and sure every inch of this creature from head to foot is well and truly drenched. The dirty little tramp!"She stalked back into the house and watched from the window as all the layers of grime were hosed off the young woman. She nodded approvingly as the dutiful gardener directed the young waif to raise each of her feet in turn in order that they might be thoroughly cleansed, the soles as well as the rest of them.. She liked to use the big ones on the more mature married women that she preferred to train to her liking in ways that most would find quite perverted in the glaring light of day.The smaller more modestly sized shafts were for her younger close female friends to start them on the road to masculinity-free lifestyles that would make them a lot happier in the long run and without the chains of motherhood to infringe on their preferred hedonistic excesses. She knew that she could no longer be. I could sense her arousal, her depth of feeling and desire. I knew I had chosenwell. "C-c-can I be your model?" Annette asked in a halting voice. My Painter stepped back and looked at her. "Annette? Are you quite sure?I mean, you are beautiful of course, and would be perfect, but do you understandwhat I am asking you to endure with my Hunter?" She looked at me seriously and the back at my Painter. She nodded. My Painter smiled sweetly. "Very well then. Come. We'll talk and prepareyou. The.