Mark removed the towel from her waist and I started to rub my hard cock as I saw him look her over. There she was completely naked in front of another...man. He pressed his fingers against her and allowed them to run over her pussy. She raised her hips every time his hand began to leave her skin. Next, he rubbed her inner thigh with both hands and slowly opened up her lips. He ran a finger up her slit and on to her clit, and she was moaning pretty good at this point. Next, I saw him put a finger. She heard himwalk away to the living room while her eyes still fixed on the dog bowl withher overfull mouth and gulping down all the porridge and spit in small gulps,careful not to lose any. This was theircoming home and dinner ritual. Beside the spit in the porridge, which was a newtouch, they did this every day when Master came home from work. And she longedfor it all day. She loved the humiliation of being treated like a dog andeating at his feet. After dinner it was time for training. They. For some reason her companions found this hilarious and began to laugh hysterically. “Who grabbed my ass,” she demanded in an angry, outraged voice. By now her face was starting to turn red from anger or embarrassment or both. “Which one of you slapped my ass,” she demanded glaring at Susie and me. “We’re too far away from you to do anything like that. Ask your friends there, if they can quit laughing at you long enough to answer. Besides we don’t go around grabbing and hitting people,. My normal look has always served me well enough and I never paid much attention to it before, but apparently my standard look is a little too high school. So I'm hoping you can help me out there as well. I figure in your line of work you see all types of attire so you should be able to help me find something that works without looking contrived. And then..."It was still barely after eleven when we reached the hotel and check-in wasn't until three, so I pre-paid the room and arranged for the use.