"These would look very erotic with good hoops," offered Pierre as his fingers rolled Laura's nipples back and forth. Monique said that she had also h...ard of piercing a man's cock but she was not sure how that worked. Tattoos were a possibility too, according to Pierre. "We could have our names tattooed onto them to mark them as our property in case they ever got lost." Monique laughed. "Perhaps we should just brand them." Both slaves shuddered as they heard that comment. They deferred a. She noticed that the few passerbys she passed by all stopped, as if rooted to the spot, at the sight of her and Mr. Bigfoot. She attributed it to the sight of the enormous cat at her side, and continued on her way. Mr. Bigfoot just twitched his ear to say "idiots." in a disgusted way. On arriving at the town gate, they passed through past the frozen stareing guards with their gaping mouths, and trod up the street to the market. The hubub of noise gradualy gave way to silence as more and more. Nearly every way" Then witha wild cackling laugh, he let loose of our hands and rushed off into thecrowd, disappearing moments later, though his insane cackling echoed inour ears. Gulping, I looked down at my hand in disgust. Who knew what else thatguy had been touching. Still, I couldn't help but feeling a little pityfor him. Turning to Melissa, I forced a smile. "I don't really feelhungry anymore" I told her. She quickly nodded agreement. Feeling moreshaken up than either of us would admit,. We passed on dessert, but settled for an after-dinner drink.The bill arrived. I reached for it and so did she. Our hands touched and she withdrew hers quickly. I could see her blush of embarrassment and gave her cover by saying, "Cindy, I really enjoyed our meal. I'll make you a deal—let me pay for this one, if you agree to pay for the next one two weeks from now."She blurted, "Where do you want to go?"I answered, "It's your decision... you're going to pay for it. Let's exchange phone numbers.