She had her face to the floor and was cleaning up the spillage from a moment ago. When she'd finished with that task she looked up at the hound. Joann... deliberately kept herself lower than her master so as to show her complete aquiesence to him. The dog looked down on her, she lay on her side in a semi foetal position looking up at him a mix of fear and adoration on her face. He wanted her now and decided to take her. "Are you taking your bitch now master?" she asked. She turned around and. "Oh, come now! That is a mere scratch," Shaylee sighed and said, "Burt, get him something to wrap that up, please."Burt quickly looked around and snatched a linen armrest coverlet and then bent to help the fat man. That is when the banker grabbed his hide out gun and shot Burt and then attempted to shoot Shaylee. However, the bullet that passed through his brain forestalled that!"Damn-it! This here is a brand new shirt! SHIT!" complained Burt as he examined his wound.The bullet had creased his. I’ll never forget sitting hours at his feet, learning about him and him, about me. Thousands of hours spent just in conversation, in my submission to his mastery and the erotic discovery of our levels of compatibility. He awoke within me a passion that I did not could exist and brought me to levels of ecstasy that I had only read about in romance novels. But this was not romantic, although I had fallen deeply in love with him and him, me. This was a bond stronger than any other I had ever. It works perfectly for those guys with a hang up and fetish for much older women who wears high heels, and nylon stockings. So I have collected quite an assortment of sexy high-heeled pumps and lots of black seamed nylon stockings. You should see the wide eyed looks on their faces when I come into the room wearing nothing but black nylon stockings and spike high-heeled shoes. I lay down on the opposite end of the bed or couch and position myself so my nylon feet or stiletto high heels can.