I was thinking that I would have a tussle withScooter to get him to come back, but he seemed as eager as I.This time I did remember to bring some lunc..., and Scooted met me readyto go. We had almost made it to Old Josh's when we got passed by anambulance! We gave each other a look and leaned into it, racing to seewhat was up.Damn Bitch was barking like mad at the yard full of cars and trucksinvading her territory. The Sheriff was there, and the county rescuetruck too. What grabbed our attention. I sat fascinated watching my wife verbally overcoming his whole lifetime of worries about women. By ten the little pub was full, and we slipped away. ‘Mother’ taking her sons arm and guiding him to the room across the wet car park, the couple of pints it seems having assisted in easing his mental processes… I surely hoped so. I opened the door and we were soon in the warm dry room, his eyes taking in the whole room in a sweep. Coats, damp from the walk across the car park were hung up, and. You'll justsettle and never know what could have been". "Oh, you're using my words against me now. Ha. But this isn'tthe same thing". "What's so different? The principle is the same right? Besidesyour nipples are protruding substantially in that thin pink halter top, so you must be somewhat excited". "It's cold out here. Of course they're going to be hard". "Yeah right. Okay cold", you said, grabbing them and giving thema hard twist. I could feel my privates stirring at your. "You wanted to model yes? That's why you're here?" Ashley nods slowly. "Yes, Mistress." "Well that's all you're doing. You are going to model for me, and the camera. Right? That's what you are getting paid for. Do you have a problem with this?" "No, Mistress. I don't." "I haven't laid a finger on you have I? I know this is hard, but you are doing well and being a good girl." Ashley feels slight relief as the words of sanity wash over her. Then, Mistress locks up Ashley's ankles to the top right.