A real dog indeed. Overgrown and a bit plump, the only reason any guy would ever look at her twice were those obscene udders on her chest. And joy of ...oys, the girl had absolutely no qualms about showing them off for all the world to see.I expected her to leave in a huff, but apparently little tramp had grown some background. Instead, she just gave me a tight faced smile and ushered me into the stone plaza at the center.The dogs - sorry, the DGs, Delta Gammas - were already here, taking up more. It hurt, but it felt so good. I struggled some more, doing my best not to get lost in the moment. “Hey!” he yelled. He pulled out a small pocket knife and held it to my cheek. I froze. “You do as I say or it just becomes more painful for you, okay?” I nodded. He put the knife away and I kneed him in the gut. His immediate response was to slap me across the face. Oh, how it turned me on even more. “Listen, bitch. I’m stronger than you. You can struggle all you want, you’re not gonna win.” He was. .As he tracked her thru the crowds of shoppers it became obvious that Sasha was'nt going to do any shopping today. The little bitch was heading straight home. Good.This stalking, her tight sexy ass in those blue pants and the thrilling anticipation of what he had planned for her was giving him a massive stiffie. As she headed towards the path by the car-park he had to make a conscious effort to control his breathing.She was almost at decision point. Could he really do this?Like most men the. Too, his friendly and apologetic manner pleased her. And he did not look threatening. He was of medium size, was not particularly muscular, though his body was well formed. He had brownish hair, eyes of indeterminate hue, and the pretty lips that, when she had given him the kiss of greeting, had felt so feminine on hers.At length she said, "Phil, that's not nice to say, talking about kissing my behind!"He frowned. She thought she saw a blush color his cheek.He said, "I'm trying to learn to talk.