Anyway, you deserve a decent meal after looking after Little Miss all day." It was a pleasure," Mark replied and Frances noted that he obviously meant...it."What do you normally eat in the evening," she asked."Um, fish fingers." Yes?" Um, corned beef and salad." Ye-es?" I do myself a spag bol once a week." Good. Go on." Ham and salad." And?" Scrambled eggs on a Sunday." Having had what for lunch?" Oh, I don't know. A couple of sandwiches and a pint at a pub while riding."Frances turned on. Brust, Beine und Arme waren behaart und auch seine Schwanz kam aus einen dichten Buschwerk hervor. Überhaupt sein Schwanz, er stand schon fast auf Halbmast. „Kann das Ding” und damit machte ich eine wegwerfende Bewegung in Richtung des Zwischenraums seiner Beine, „kann das Ding auch mehr als schlaff in der Hose zu hängen. Los, nimm ihn in die Hand und wichs dir einen!”Hatte er gehofft bei mir abspritzen zu dürfen? War es meine strenge Art? Er traute sich nicht zu widersprechen und nahm seinen. Using various items to prod and pry all over the slave's body after asking permission from Master first, of course. The slave kept its head down and never raised its eyes to look at those who were doing this. When they walked away Master would pet the slave on its head and praise it for behaving properly. The slave was glad that it was pleasing Master by acting the way that He expected His slave to behave.It was soon time for Master to have His turn with creating a scene. First Master took. I knew I was smart enough to hold my own against most. I wouldn’t have been afraid to tackle an expert on his own field if I was given enough lead time. I gloried in it. It was the one place I felt respected.I grew up without a father in a time when that mattered. You were treated as if you were socially inferior if you didn’t have two parents. Some parents literally wouldn’t let you be around their children or god forbid talk to their daughters. This wasn’t guesswork some of these people would.