Then he kissed me again. We embraced and made out for a significant length of time. I can't give an estimate on the duration, because I have no idea. ...ould have been five minutes, could have been five days. Then I took him by the hand to the bed where Rachael was passed out. She was at the head of the bed, so I figured we wouldn't disturb her as long as we stayed at the foot. I pushed him gently on the bed and sat on his lap. I put one hand on his chest, and with the other I gathered my hair up. He was slowly figuring out some of Rambo’s commands. ‘Come’ always seemed to have the huge police dog running toward him. ‘Sit’ worked as he had expected, and he had tried the ‘sic’em’ command on his nephews yesterday. They had rolled in laughter when Rambo had looked at the kids – then pounced on him! Maybe the dog was selective on who he treated like a salt lick. After another half hour session under the dog’s tongue, he decided to not try that particular command again. He laughed as Rambo. We wrote several letters to each other and no matter what dirty and perverted things I suggested she wrote back that it was ok with her and that she got hornier and hornier reading about the things I wanted her to do.So finally we met in a bar and just to see how submissive and slutty she was, I told her to wear a very short and thin dress and leave her knickers and bra at home.I already sat in the dark bar in a poor neighbourhood where bums and other ugly men drank their brains out.She came in. This is Barocca. I assume you've got Ebony as well as some others from your group present there. I trust you've had time to examine my 'presentation'." "We've all taken a look at it, Barocca," said Tiffany bitterly. "What do you want? Get to the point." "How the fuck did you get off the Island?" snapped Ebony. "Temper, temper, girlfriend," said Barocca. "Let's just say that the reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. "I'll make this short and sweet, Tiffany. I know good and well,.