Some had agreed on the assumption they would never need to deliver. Some hadn’t really listened to what the results might be... Woody spent the week...reading everything he could about chess. He’d played before of course; he played regularly with friends, but it was a relaxation, a cerebral celebration rather than a life-and-death struggle to win. This was different, he told himself, this could affect several of the girls in their club for life. He told himself the cost of losing was far greater. She peeled off her pink polo. And swiftly took off her white bra. She stepped out of her jeans, and tossed aside her pink thong. She got onto her knees, fully nude. “Good slut.” Johnny said as he tied the thick black leather collar around her neck. “Now beg for you treat.”“Please Master Johnny, I’ve been a good slut. Please give me my ‘Slut Candy.’”“Yes you have.” He smiled as he threw the pill on the ground in front of her. She gobbled it upHe tugged on her leash and led her upstairs, with her. Adrienne listened patiently, never interrupting. When I'd finished, my glass was empty and she refilled it."I've heard of Damien Santos, but I never made the connection that he was YOUR Damien. And from what I've heard, the people who love him, LOVE him, and the people who leave him can't stand him. My gut reaction is to tell you what you told me, anyone who makes you big promises is usually a wolf, but Damien knows you and you're already in the business." Right, that's what I thought,. Everything seemed to be coming together, and nothing had gone wrong yet. I still needed to set up the old farm house for the initial training. It really wasn't a farm, but it was a nice house built out in the woods by my grandparents. It was still quite rural, the nearest neighbor being close to a mile away, and was in the middle of an 18 acre plot. It afforded all sorts of privacy, and since I maintained such an inconsistent schedule between the house in town and the farm house, the.