You probably already know the Bar owner is the ultimate boss. She tends to concentrate on the Bar and it’s customers, the head trainer runs the kenn...ls, he is in charge of the handlers, mostly guys, who run the place and ensure the customers are supplied with the dogs they want or request, at least as much as possible. They are the ones who care for the Bar dogs, rotating them so none are overworked. The bitches are also in their care.Although there are sixteen rooms behind the red door, there. There was a shadow there, definitely female."Hello?" she offered. The shadow separated from the darkness of the trees and Marsha could see the curves of an hourglass figure above the gait of a self-assured woman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost frantic, moving in between her owner and the newcomer.The strange woman stopped and looked at the poodle. Her eyes seemed to glow for a moment and the dog whimpered, cowering. Then the woman came closer, those glowing eyes rising to meet. "He reached for his belt and dropped his pants and underwear as fast as he could, exposing a fairly good sized cock for a skinny 18 year old and as expected, he had a raging hard on."Ooh Sam, that's nice. I want you to stroke it for me."With that he started stroking his cock while I licked my lips and played with my tits."You like it when I wear tight leather Sam?" Yes, it's very sexy." Good, let me know when you're getting ready to cum, I want you to cum on my tight leather covered ass, okay. Dressed with all the clothes, I was beginning to lose any shape I had. That in and of itself might not have been a completely bad thing.I struggled into a sweat shirt and then a slightly thermal lined nylon parka with hood. I also wore a ski hood and scarf. Finally the bike helmet went on top of the parka hood. In the well insulated outfit I was forced to waddle to the bike. It had been stored inside, so even though it was below forty degrees, the bike's motor started right up. I was pleasantly.