You took it and I had forgotten to take my Dog House name tag off. You assumed I worked there and I did not correct you. When I realized you were lact...ting I nearly wet my panties. God how I wanted to suck on those tits of yours but I did get to touch them. I wanted you so bad but didn’t know how you would react if I physically showed you I did. I saw your collar and wonder if you have a master. Or even, you know, done it with a dog. If you have, oh that would be so, so, wonderful. When I left. I kept buzzing until I heard a “Yeah,” with a bunch of music pounding in the background.“I’m looking for Ben Martin”, I said.“Who?”“BEN MARTIN,” I said louder.“Just a minute,” said the voice.After a couple of minutes I noticed the camera on the gate swivel and look down at me. “Wow!” came a new voice. “Are you the stripper?”I stared at the camera with a disgusted look on my face. “No I’m not a stripper; I’m Ben Martin’s sister.”“You’re Ben’s sister? Wow, he told us that you were hot, but WOW!”I. He was waiting for me to charge just like I usually waited for others. It was going to be a damned long fight if he kept it up. He didn't though. When he saw I wasn't going to budge he started his charge.Now that he was back to what I'd expected, I started toward him at full speed, slipping past right at the last and tripping him. He was faster than I'd expected because he was back on his feet before I'd stopped and turned around. He came at me again and as usual he had his arms wide this. We just snorted and let Doctor Tubb examine them. He pronounced them fine, suffering from dehydration and excessive alcohol consumption, and prescribed orange juice and aspirin. In other words, major league hangovers. The girls denounced him as a quack, and we laughed and thanked him, and invited him and his team to dinner that night. Holly and Molly didn’t make it to dinner but spent the rest of the day moaning and groaning in their rooms.Charlie skipped out, too, but not because he was sick..