She was practically the textbook rebellious college student.“See something you like, Red?”“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” Tegan apologized, fluste...ed. She’d been in the middle of talking to a guy when she drifted into her line of sight and apparently being a few drinks in had been none too subtle about it. She turned back to her conversation partner but he’d apparently already lost interest and moved onto another target. Well fuck him Tegan thought bitterly. Or not she added as an afterthought.. It was just an ordinary warehouse looking building with a couple of overhead doors that opened up into an unloading area. When we got there one of the doors opened as we approached and Jackie drove in with the door closing behind us. We got out and a guy about fifty or so came over with one of those gurney like tables on wheels, pushing it to the back of the suburban."Bill this is Paul Dominic." Jackie introduced us.We did the nice to meet you shit and a little small talk. Jackie then opened. Actually, my wife's relatives. It was always easy to get someone in the old pickup when I'd say, “Who wants to go check on the horses? (or cows, or goats) Invariably, some of the stock would be breeding. There, again, plain and simple comments like “If I were hung like that horse, I'd be pumping everything I could find, including you, young lady.” In addition to my wife's aunt (four years older than me, but appreciated being called 'young lady'....DAMN! How she appreciated it!), there was her. I suggest you go into the ladies wash room and make yourself respectable for me once more." Master, may I take out the butt plug whilst I am in there please, as I need to use the toilet?" requested Suzie, who by now was absolutely bursting, but up until now had feared asking for being denied permission, as was a common trait of Michaels."Yes my love you may" smiled Michael. " But make sure when you have finished that it is replaced. This is not called your Torment Day for nothing my little.