It wasn’t false, but I was avoiding the truth. “But I ... I feel the same,” I confessed.She beamed. “What if you had the chance to do somethin... about it?”I looked up at the door, confirming I was alone, before returning my gaze to her. “I’d take it.”A cock suddenly appeared in front of her chest. No, not a cock, a dildo. She glanced down to it and back at me. “I’m going to be in town next week,” she told me, kissing its head, her lips hugging its curves. She caressed it with her lips, softly. "Thank you, Master. That's one. May I please have another?"I had recovered from my shock sufficiently to mutter, "Smartass slut. Get on with your explanation."She stepped back, then looked me in the eye. "Master, since you collared me, I have felt like I am once again owned, and strangely enough, loved. I had missed that, since I had lost touch with my Mistress, and I realized that having that gave me a centre around which to structure my life. Without it, I was much more of a bitch than I. "I looked across at Momma curled around her eggs and she shifted slightly and Griffin nodded before moving. I started for Momma, "move slow and let her smell you."I sat and she knelt before holding out her hand. Momma stretched her head out to smell and Tara smiled, "her eyes are clear which is very good."She slowly pulled out a small sonic reader and caressed Momma's face and switched it on before moving it down her side to the rear. She came back and sat, "she is recovering nicely, another. ”“I didn’t cheat.”“It’s not the type a test you can cheat on. That is not what we want to know,” Jason said.“Tell us about your first answer about the drunk girl,” Red said, leaning closer to Dan.“Well, it was written oddly.”“Not oddly, precisely,” Red corrected.“Yeah, OK. Well, the question ‘as asked’ made it sound like the girl would be coming on to me. So, I thought you wanted to know what I would do if a willing, but drunk girl, approached me.”“You said you would make love to her.”“Yes. If.