Jagger, the one who’d convinced the others to run when the rare opportunity presented itself, knew they were looking at him but he didn’t look bac.... He kept his eye on the riverbed, his ear on the dogs. Just because he was the one who said run didn’t mean he knew how to rescue anyone but himself. And at the moment, even that was very much in question. “Hey, ain’t you some kinda doctor or sumthin’?” someone said from the other end of the line. Jagger ignored the question and looked at the. You were moving underneath me now in a side to side motion as I pumped in and out of you. While I wasn’t looking at your face, I knew that your mouth was open and you were almost panting. “Oh god, Baby,” you shouted to me. Your legs grabbed me like a vice and you thrust yourself into me. You made a few hard thrusts and cried out. “Oh yes! Oh god, yes!” you shouted and then let out a loud moan that seemed to last for several minutes. Your whole body shook and you wrapped me up with both your. You realize that I had put a collar on you, as the cold chain from the leash slowly runs from the front of your neck down your back. I tell you that you are now ‘my pet’. I lead you with the leash, back to your bedroom where you see scented candles burning all over the room. I lead you to the foot of the bed, I turn you and instruct you to kneel again. I take the leash and wrap it around the wood on the bed pulling you head back against the wood and I snap it in place. The collar had you bound. My mental wheels were turning and I walked towards him. “Hello,” I said nervously. He nodded in response. I opened my dictionary and pointed to the word “restroom”. He replied to my question, but I pretended not to understand. “Walk straight down and follow the sign,” he said again, this time, more slowly. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” I replied. “I will show you, come with me,” he said. We walked to a semi-secluded spot, near a high white wall. I opened my tourist map and asked, “Where are.