He walks towards her and wraps a black leather dog collar around her slender neck. Embroidered in pink, Marissa's favorite color, the word "Pet" is wr...tten on the collar. Mark continues to hold her gaze. He is using this eye contact to dominate her. His body language is undeniable. She is his. She is submissive. She is his fuck toy. Punishment is a absolute. He draws his face close to hers and whispers, "Is that pussy that I own ready for Master?" "Yes, sir," Marissa whispers back. Mark reaches. It was mid-afternoon by the time we reached the city, although I’d hardly compare it to a city like St. Louis, Louisville, Lexington, or several others I’d seen. It gave me pause to think of all the big cities I’d seen, and about my brother’s comment about my having seen so much while he’d never even been a hundred miles from home.Now he’s also seen some of those other cities and was seeing this vast lake at the same time I was. Once we reached level ground, Brother Wilson led us towards the. " Yeah, where's your laptop?"The old Russian pointed at his desk. I quickly scanned the search history and pulled up the site I was looking for. "I thought so. I remembered seeing part of a "Crazy Otto" listed at an arcade in Evansville. I can get what I need from it." Tournament is tomorrow. There is no time." Vladimir insisted. "It's four hours to Evansville. We can drive there pick it up and drive back tonight. I can put it all together tomorrow and maybe have a couple of hours to spare. I had a bag with me which had almond oil and also massage lotion. She opened the door and I introduced myself as Divakar and she invited me inside.We never shared our pics and this was the first time we met each other. She was not so great in looks. She was a bit on the heavier side, wheatish in complexion. Her hair was colored and looked stylish when she let it free. Her face had some acne, but her lips were pink and clean stating that she doesn’t smoke or drink.She was dressed in a t-shirt.