. And then recently, I’ve realised that it’s not been men that have been turning my head lately, it’s been dogs. I don’t know if it’s my age... or your show, but something has definitely changed in the last few years, because I never used to even think about dogs that way.” She pauses, then adds, defensively, “I’ve owned dogs before, and had every opportunity to do whatever I wanted with them, but it never even occurred to me.”Our host jokes that... “Sooner or later every woman figures out that. He turned off the camera and set it on the dresser. He knelt in front of me and released the ankle cuffs. On wobbly heels, I brought my legs together. They ached something terrible. Sam stepped in front of me and took me in his arms. I felt weak and he held my weight as he kissed me deeply. Using one arm to steady me, he reached up with his other arm and untied my wrists. Like the dead weights they were, my arms dropped to my sides.“I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered.I struggled to wrap. ’ ‘He says he is, but I think it’s just lust. We screw well together. Most guys seem to fall in love with whatever warm hole they’re putting their cock into.’ ‘I hope that’s not the way it really is, I mean guys falling in love with a warm hole. That leaves me without a guy.’ Mandy looked shocked, ‘Don’t tell me you’re a ….?’ ‘Yup, guilty as charged.’ Sara smiled, ‘Virgin as the day I was born. Odd isn’t it?’ The conversation was interrupted by customers, and not brought up again that night.. Her breasts hung down on either side of the central beam. Borrowing from a corsets design I had hooks and rings screwed into the central beam in the pattern of two rows beside each breast. By stringing a tough cord through the rings and gradually pulling them tighter and tighter I could squeeze the breasts until her cries and pleadings told me it was taut enough. Then when they began to darken I pushed a large hollow needle into a vein. The blood would then drip out and be caught in jars.