The first thing I did was get whiney and sullen, then I acted hurt and put-upon when he didn't notice that I had barely changed my hair color. Then I ...ccused him of not putting much effort into keeping me as happy as he should. Unfortunately he didn't seem to grasp what I was doing. He went right back into his old behavior of ignoring me and doing whatever else he felt like doing, which in this case was channel surfing on the TV. I had to believe that tuning me out could have become a defensive. About halfway there she put her arm around my shoulder and kept it there all the way home, as if guiding a wayward child through the dark forest at night. She lived in an old three-story brownstone from the 40s, a beautiful old building that looked painstakingly restored. She unlocked the door and I followed her into the living room. The furnishings were tastefully simple and unostentatious. The only thing that really caught my eye was a large, old easy chair with thick pillows and overstuffed. Being buggered by the Hatter, for instance. Or by being ravished by the Chessman. Or delightfully tormented by Yum and Yee. Or spanked by Captain Honeyglass. Or…She let out a sigh. “Oh, I wish that I was anywhere but here right now. But, as they say, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Though I have seen some impossible things since arriving here, so perhaps if I wished hard enough!”So she began to wish. She started out small, testing the waters, and simply wish that her manacles were. Without warning, the other Doberman mounted her head and began humping her face, eager to get his thick dog-cock into her mouth. The crowd was trying to pay attention to the bidding, but the images on the screen were turning everyone on to such a high extent that several people were forcing their dates into their crotches to get off quickly. And now, Lot #23, ladies and gentlemen, and this is a very special lot, Master J said, smilingly. Lot 23 is a pretty fifteen year old, and – get this – a.