A dog collar, he saw, feeling familiar sensations course through his veins. The girl held the collar in both hands, nodding. He understood and sank to...his knees. The leather was thick but soft from use; it sported big steel studs. Stretching his neck to receive the collar made him shiver. Her nimble fingers closed the buckle. She pulled at the leash to make him fall to his hands. He was on all fours now."Mistress told me to call you Brynn," she said, her mouth close to his ear. "That is quite. In the moonlight her breasts looked smaller somehow, than they did when they were inside the halter top. His eyes were drawn to their tips, dark and insubstantial in the low light."Phillip?" she asked.Phillip flushed and turned his head away. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but look."Amy, in a voice she might have used with a friend, said "I told you you were allowed to look. Come on, let's go swimming."But Phillip had a problem. If he dropped his shorts now she would see that he was painfully. She came back in and walked over to the foot of my lounge chair. Once again she stood there staring at my crotch and said, “Hello? I’m done with the pool … can I get paid now?”….. Sir?”Ignoring her, she stood up and walked over towards me but stopped at the side of the lounge chair. Bending over she waved her hand in front of my face to see if I was awake or not. I closed my eyes to a squint so I could still watch her but not let her see me eyes open. Not getting any reaction from me she leaned. ”He had to saddle Ranger. By the time he was done, the young cowboy had rubbed his mount down, and given him water, sparingly.“You walk that horse back to the barn,” ordered Bob. He put on his hat, and mounted Ranger.“Yessir,” said the cowboy, a little glumly.Ranger was feeling feisty, and wanted to run, so Bob let him, for a mile or so. Then he pulled the big black down to a canter and went on. He’d gone two more miles when he saw dust up ahead.It was Rowdy, and Dave and Linda Ronson were with.