My manager had neither the resources nor I fear the desire to rescue me. I decided that my only ploy was good behaviour and expect them to respond to ...hat. Criminal classes when their interests are not involved can be quite honourable. I examined my room mostly by feel. The one door was of thick wood and was unyielding, and the only window was barred. The bathroom had no door. Other than the cot the room was quite bare of furnishing. The steel cot was screwed to the floor. As I was crawling. My mind took me back to the beginning of the evening because everything in between struck me as being a fantasy, a dream. I had put on that costume of Rita's and when I arrived at their house I remember dropping to all fours and then acting like her dog, even walking on all fours over to the Cohen's. Everyone treated me like a dog and talked to me like a dog and scratched me behind the ears like a dog. Then I remembered kissing Rita as I stood up and then dropping to all fours and then I was on. As he started moving to the outside of my thighs he went up past the top of my panties and across my belly. When his hands moved up to my breasts I moved my hands to my sides so that he could play with my nipples.As with all the other areas of my body that he had explored, Al was quite gentle and patient while feeling my breasts. While he was enjoying his exploration of my body I continued a slow easy grind with my ass on his groin and it seemed to be having the desired effect. The longer our. “Same. You should send me a pic!” I thought about his request for a few minutes. Before I could respond, he sent me a pic of himself laying in bed with no shirt on. It was a really good pic too. I tried taking a few selfies, wanting to get a good pic like he did. Several selfies later, I finally had one that I was happy with and sent it. “You look super cute even with no makeup on!” He complimented. “Thanks,” I said with a smiley face. “Also, just so you don’t think I’m a creep or anything, I.