When she'd unlocked the door and entered the kitchen, he walked in behind her and then stood looking up at her intently, tongue lolling slightly from ...is open mouth."Well, you're just going to have to wait, Atilla," Lisa told the dog sternly. "It's not dinner time yet, and in this house you'll have to learn your manners."The dog's expression changed slightly to a crestfallen attitude, but otherwise he remained where he was. The blonde teacher sighed plaintively, but the dog looked so woeful. "Changing the subject, I asked, "Do us a favour Tiny? Grab my bag in the changing room and stuff my gear into it. It's all hanging on my hook, my DMs are under the bench. I can't face a shower with that lot, I'll have one at Ruth's."Tiny shook his head, "It'll probably be a good move to stick your head in there and mumble some sort of apology. Give me a couple of minutes to sort your stuff out, then come in."I knew he was right. After two or three minutes I opened the heavy door and stepped. I swear, as God is my witness’ – and I know I shouldn’t have sworn, Father: I shouldn’t have said anything like that, but, God forgive me, I did – ‘I swear that no man will ever fuck this cunt again – or may God strike me dead!’ And then I ran out. And I never went back.“So now what do I do, Father? I mean, I’ve called a curse down on myself. May God strike me dead if I break my vow – that’s what I said! And, you know, I’ve stuck with it, Father. I’ve kept my vow. Ever since then, I’ve not been. The desire to pee is too strong and it is no longer possible for you to argue with this man who has dominated you for the better part of two hours now. You relax your hips and let loose with a stream of piss that spatters on the ground between your feet. You can’t believe that this is happening but you can’t stop it either. That’s when you feel it. A warm jet of liquid catches you in the small of you back and begins to move upward. You turn you head slightly and catch site of what you.