”“Is Mr. Greenwood living at your residence?”“No, he still has his own place.”“Mr. Smock, can you give us Mr. Greenwood’s address?”Mr....Bear looks through his binoculars. “You think that’s her?”I look through my own pair. “Long blonde hair. Tall. Long legs. Tattoo of a flower on her left hip. Yep. That’s Ms. Smock.”We’d scoped out the Smock residence before heading here and didn’t see any activity.“Wow, Dion Greenwood should be called Dion Big Wood. That’s impressive.”“Watch it, little one,”. She wasted no timefitting it snugly round Susanne's neck and locked it in place."What's this Mistress?" he asked.She pressed the button on the remote that she'd strung round her neckand watched as he collapsed writhing on the floor. He'd never felt suchpain and he couldn't stop convulsing."That was to teach you not to speak without permission." She told him."You did that this morning and a couple of times you've forgotten tocurtsey, so now you know what will happen if you disobey me in any. “Would you like to taste my baby girl now?” I hear no response but must assume some sort of gesture was made as I can feel someone crawling between my legs, hands under my ass lifting me up, and then being turned across the bed so that my head hangs over the edge. “I will feed you now sweet girl as he tastes how sweet you are today. You still wish to proceed?” I nod my head that I do. “Excellent” he says.There must have been much discussion of the details before my arrival. I knew what was. The game time was 8:00 a.m. in the middle of November: too early for the girls and too cold. Larissa came to the game with a tape for the warm ups: the opening of the Beatles’ ‘Good Morning,’ next Randy Newman’s ‘I Love L.A.,’ followed by Jimmy Buffet’s ‘You Can Get It If You Really Want’ and Hendrix’s ‘Fire’ and concluding with Steppenwolf’s ‘Born to be Wild.’ Our team won the game in an upset over a better team 3-1. We scored in the first few minutes, and I stayed cool–we were fortunate, and.