Somehow he was sitting at their table drinking, and watching her dancing with someone else. It was no one they knew, he was pretty sure of that, but s...e seemed to be getting awfully friendly with him.It seemed like they were dancing a lot, and he was drinking a lot. Finally he had to go piss. When he got back he scanned the room, but couldn't see them anywhere. About then things got kinda weird, and he was wandering through a bunch of hallways and rooms at the back of the night club looking for. Part of the performance is for my benefit, part for his, but mostly for the audience. A slave in bondage is only supposed to cume when her master wishes. We both pretend this was his wish. Hank is holding the feather I mentioned earlier. He touches it to my sensitive clit. Perhaps five minutes have passed before he does this. It feels to me like no time has passed. But some must have because my body responds again, my chamber refilled is now emptying again on the floor. I have no sense of. She turned to face him, and was startled as he jumped up, his huge paws knocking her off her feet. "Sarge!" she shouted as she fell to the grass "No!" He bounded around playfully as she stood, then darted in and grabbed her loose-fitting shorts in his teeth and pulled. The slender girl was no match for the huge dog, and her legs were pulled out from under her as her shorts were ripped away to reveal her pink panties. "Sarge!" She repeated angrily, glaring at the dog. "Bad boy!" Usually the. They did not mean anything, only meant to hurt her.She sobbed and said she would never find a man that loved her as long she was this fat.I hugged her hard and said it was not true. I told that I found her attractive and I was sure she would find a guy one day. We sat on the couch for a long time and hugged each other. It was late and I told her we should go to bed. She stood up and when she tried to walk away the blanket fell off her. She was still half naked, she was facing me and I had a.