I moved aside to let her enter, and stepped back to look at her. Actually, I stared at her like an imbecile. She saw me and stopped in the middle of t...e room and looked down at herself.She asked, "What's the matter? Did I forget something?"She was radiant, in the way a softly glowing pearl radiates on a black background. She wore a long, sleeveless, low necked black dress that was as slinky as her slinky body, perfectly matching her combed, wavy black hair, black stone earrings, and dark blue. “How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper?” “I don't know,” she mumbled. “Do you need another twenty spankings?” “No, Madam.” I jerked the leash so she looked at me. “Then answer my question, Cuntlapper.” “Umm, on all fours.” She winced, fearing she gave the wrong answer. I nodded my head and waited, staring fixedly at her. She wilted, swallowed, and knelt on the floor. “Good girl,” I cooed and petted her hair. “Let's go bitches! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane. She slowly. Even exaggerrated secrecy was important, he said, because spies were everywhere.The GPU agent was well into his fifties, big, like a Russian bear, with a long beard. He wore a shabby khaki battledress with crossed bandoliers, puttees and boots, and a black militia beret with a red star. He slung his PPD sub-machine gun over his shoulder like someone well-acquainted with the use of it. A bayonet was thrust through his belt like a pirate. He spotted and approached her."You lost, little girl?". As I pulled the hem of my dress down, Marcus, the smooth talkingguy, whispered in my ear, "I also bet Jake that you'd let me finger-fuckyou while he watched...you wouldn't want me to lose that bet too wouldyou."The drink was getting to me, and I was horny so I just let go and said,"No...I wouldn't want you to lose that bet too."He and Jake leaned in and lifted the hem of my dress again. Jake heldit up, while Marcus took his sweet time, dragging his finger tipslightly over my panties before.