Maybe she was just too tired to fight anymore today. Regardless,she needed to shower and get some rest. There was still a chance atfixing this if she ...ould just find out who was behind it.With a deep sigh and a small sliver of hope, she began to remove hershirt. It was very tight and a bit of a challenge, but she eventuallypulled it over her head. The weight of her breasts as they slid outnearly threw her off balance again. She realized that she must've takenthe bra with the shirt, but that was. She just wanted to spread her legs further and further and let Master really go deep. It didn’t matter right now that Master was just an animal. What was that stupid woman prattling on about? ‘…and I’ll tell you the secret. Go ahead and choose a ‘dog’, but once you’re back in your room use the bathroom and rub a little wolfsbane on yourself. He’ll be out of your room pretty quick and he won’t know why, it’s an involuntary reflex. I can give you some.’ Jolee got out another ‘Uh-hum’, but she. I opened it, and saw a sad Kirsten. "Kirsten, what are you doing here?" I asked. "What are you doing, Donna? Why are you having sex with him?" she wondered. A disgusted face shot her way. "He's my husband, and it's our anniversary. Are you saying I'm not allowed to have sex with him?" I pondered. Cornered, and with no desires to fight with me, there was nothing she could really say. "I'm sorry, I was just going nuts over there. I kept texting you, and I heard nothing back after you told me. Then there are the straights. Boring farts thatnever have sex with the light on and who are strictly vanilla. And thenthere are bottoms," Lisa smiled as she squeezed my thigh. "And that'syou darling. You hand over your control to your top, that's me, and Imake the decisions for the both of us. But being a bottom also meansthat you must do as your top says. And, when the top tells you to, youmust serve them as and how they want to be served." You mean for sex, yes," I said meekly."For sex, and.