But when I reached my crappy apartment and had no sooner walked in thanmy landlord knocked on the door with a new bestiality video in his handlooking ...o throat fuck me, I realized it couldn't be worse than that.***About a month later I left the bowling alley at a little after 2AM andgot into my car. It had been my fourth party and had been both betterand worse than the previous three parties.The good side had been that I'd made a little more money than usual -23 guys had paid me the $20 to have. I sighed. I loved Carla's erotic games, but I wondered about her fooling around with a teen like Tommy."Carla, are you sure you know what you're doing?"She giggled, "Not really. All I know is that lately, I feel like I have to push things further and further to get really turned on and -" I don't turn you on anymore?"She placed open palms on my bare chest."Don't be silly, Baby! Of course you do. But it's like that rush that we've talked about. Remember when you first told me about baring. The next day I got up extra early and did a complete body shave thendressed in matching red bra, thong and garterbelt. I put on suntanstockings and hooked them to my garterbelt. I hoped if anyone looked andsaw I wasn't wearing socks they'd just think the stockings were mynatural color and wouldn't recognize them for what they were.I glued on bright red fingernails (I didn't have a more subtle color)then put on a red polo shirt and tan slacks. Damn I hoped the red poloshirt hid the slight. It had really happened, she thought with mingled amazement and apprehension;now she really was like them - naked, dumb and on all-fours. And she was collaredlike them too, as she was reminded whenever she moved her neck. But unlikethem, she was tethered; dependant on them for food and water. That thoughtreminded her that she, too, was hungry, and she wondered, like the dogs, whenshe'd be able to feed. A sudden movement on their part told her that the dogs' morning ration offood had been.