“Are you going to be a good boy for Claire?” Sultan licked her face, whined, and then stood up on all four legs. He lapped at Claire’s face with...gratitude.Claire paused a moment to take a good, long, look at Sultan’s cock. It was much longer and fatter than Duke’s cock. The tip was wider and not as pointed. Sultan’s cock was almost the same thickness the whole length of his shaft, except for the tip and the tapered base, just before his growing knot. She didn’t know if she could take such a big. However he had gone to pick up a 5 gallon water bottle for their cooler and he remembered in time that it was there in the back seat of his jeep waiting to be used. He managed to get to it, douse himself with the full 5 gallons of water then used a bat to break through the back windshield from which he eventually escaped and rolled around in the ground to kill the remaining flames." Does he know how he ended up trapped in his burning jeep in the first place," Joyce who had gotten out of Stan's. “My wife Elizabeth, looked over the budget and found money to do that very thing – she found money in two previously unknown bank accounts, Jeff. Plenty of money to give the raises and not having to raise any taxes.” I said.“You had your wife look over the books of the city? What the hell for?” Jeff said angrily.“She’s got the bookkeeping skills in the family, plus a bunch of schooling at OSU. She knows what she’s doing, Jeff?”“YOU PRICK – I got you friends and money to run to become a City. ?He started leading her out of the post office and for a second she almost panicked, she was still naked and her clothes had gone, she had coped with the embarrassment inside the post office but he was taking her outside!Sensing though that he was not in a good mood she decided the only thing she could do was to carry on pretending to be a proper slave girl, a slave girl used to public nudity and so she steeled herself and let him lead her outside into the bright sunlight and milling masses on.