"She was silent for a moment. "Are you serious?" Yes, very." I glanced away, unable to look her in the eye."It would be more now, much more. I'm ...nto heavy D/s. I had to give upmy slave when I came east to buy the clubs. She couldn't leave California,her mother is ill. I want a replacement. Are you willing to be a slave?What would your husband think?" He could never know," I whispered, answering her questions out of order. "But, yes, I think I'd like to be a slave. It would be. . Over and over ... Hey, who the fuck does that Mariah think she is? She's even more ... more stupid than Agatha!" Yeah, she's the Marketing Director and also company Associate. She's about Agatha's age, maybe a bit less, thirty nine years old or so..." By her fancy clothing and the ridiculous amount of jewelry, I thought she would be something useless like that." Yes, well, those two bitches are like best friends. I even heard one time Agatha's kids call her aunty, here in the. But, like the levelheaded man that you are, you chose to walk away without a word. And why would you? They didn't deserve your recognition. All you hope is that they're happy together knowing what they did.John frees you from your scrutinizing activity when he slides another glass toward you.“You don't know the half of it.” You sigh, taking a glance around the room. Again, you see the two women.The one closest to you, also sitting at the counter, is a woman in her twenties with long, cascading. " It stood up on its hind legs, little hands curled in front. Looking back and forth, nose high, sniffing the air. Daniella spread her legs a little wider, hoping it smelled her dripping pussy, through all that rubber. Hoping it would move again, just a little bit, and make more of those delicious crunching sounds.Shackled to the pine trees. Unable to move her legs, unable to move her arms. Forgotten how to talk. Daniella stared at the squirrel, silently begging it to move. She felt so dizzy..