There was a reason that I wasn't in church and hadn't been for the past couple of years.Anyway, I was minding my own business, putting clothes in the ...ryer for the last cycle, when I saw her. Yeah, her. Long, jet-black hair, skin a reddish brown hue, eyes a shade of brown that was nearly black itself, and one of the finest pairs of tits to be on display despite her baggy sweatshirt. Sure, she wasn't a perfect ten by the standards of those phonies in Cosmo or Vogue, but I never read those. I told her every woman needs a sexual release and wild experience, it was her decision. Again she swallowed and whispered, "yes Master" and I snapped the leash onto her collar.She was now owned by too men, her husband Ray and by me...only I only wanted to use her body for my pleasure!I kissed her softly as I gently squeezed and worked her tits. She responded and was getting horny again. Melting into me. With that I took the leach and slapped her nipples a few times and rubbed in on her clit and. I spent several days trying to trackthem down with absolutely no luck. Then I spent several more days trying to figure out what to do with her.I couldn’t get any answers, so I kept her. What else could I do? I wouldn’tput a cat out on the street, much less a person who trusts me. I alsowasn’t about to turn her over to social services, an agency not exactlyfamous for having a heart. At her age, they’d just have put her in a longchain of temporary homes, and. Here. I'll carry that for you." His arms hoist the metal jumble with the ease of a groom bearing snow-white joy toward his honeymoon bed.O happy bike, to be borne by the weight of-- "Okay." Stunned and trusting as an imprinted duckling, I trail his two-handful caboose down the embankment and through one of the overhead doors. The harbor's brine turns astringent with lacquer and wood shavings.Please don't let this be just a post-traumatic hallucination...Inside the boathouse, he props the.