Perfume." At the bottom ofthe piece of paper, and underlined, were the words: "report to my roomevery Monday morning wearing exactly these items. Seve... o'clock sharp!"Clearly, Dan was giving her time to prepare herself this first morningas his wife, she thought, though if she was to bathe, douche, take hertablets and have her injection, as well as follow his requests, aswritten on the piece of paper, she would have to get a move on.Susan quickly, but thoroughly, washed herself in the bath and. I am your bitch. I am your whore.Sameer – what will you do if I come to your house when you are alone.Nisha – I will welcome you with my wet pussy.Sameer – What about your husband?Nisha – He won’t mind. Fuck me every day behind his back and every night in front of him.Sameer – Who are you?Nisha – I am your slut, your bitch, your whore. fuck me. I wanna feel it deep dripping inside my cunt. Fuck me harder and cum with me.Sameer kept banging her like that for 20 minutes and kept talking dirty. He was very friendly during the trip, obviously perceptive that I was going to give him all of the love and care a beautiful dog, like he was, deserved. He was right. Over the next few days we bonded and he made a career of checking everything out; all over the yard and inside of the house. My yard was perfect for a dog like him; there were four large mature trees providing a lot of shade during the summer months. With three coats of hair Huskies aren’t really house dogs; Baron would be about. She was about five feet, five inches tall and, in her traditional nun's habit, she appeared to be slender. Father Murphy confirmed right away that she was also very young for her position. He guessed, correctly, that she was in her early thirties. She would have been pretty too if she'd used any effort to make herself that way but, for very good reason, she tried to avoid attracting male attention. Mother Ursula had not wanted to be a nun, but her parents would have it no other way. She had.