I continue to drip as the chain starts to get ever so close to the carpet."GO FETCH!" My head jerks up and I see it fall a few feet ahead of me of whi...h I leap from my spot which was a mistake as another link eased its way loose. I quickly regain my composure and retrieve my toy dropping it at my masters feet, turning and awaiting again for the words "go fetch" but instead my ass is rung with the flogger "Bad puppy - you dropped a link."The chain is gripped again and another tantric gspot wave. Since then she'd made it to the big time: appearing on the covers of the hottest magazines, becoming a featured star on Fashion Week runways, and traveling around the world to exotic locales. Companies paid her big bucks to fly to Milan and wear their clothes. Millions of people paid big bucks to see her wear even fewer clothes in their magazines. She'd accomplished it all without succumbing to the lures of the casting couch, without compromising her sense of self, and without violating her. Soon his basket was filled with all sorts of clothes to feminine products to a few new pink pillows. Lugging all of his purchases to his car, he loaded it up. Opening the driver's side door, he smoothed out his skirt, sat down in the drivers seat, swung his legs into the car and closed the door. It would be a short drive home.**Once home he unpacked all of his purchases. In his bedroom, he kicked off his heels, slipped off his skirt and half-slip and placed them on his chest of drawers. Sitting. Then I figured, ‘what the hell?’ I wasn’t going to use them. I would just store them in the garage and eventually give them to one of the schools on my list so I decided to let Dee give the clubs to her friend’s son. I put the clubs into the trunk of Dee’s car and went back into the house where I found Dee watching television. ‘I put a set clubs in your trunk. You can give them to your friend tomorrow.’ ‘I hope you aren’t just pawning off some junk on him,’ she said. I didn’t like the tone of.