Your dog don't need a snack does it Carl?" I'd be afraid to let him eat shit even if it is standing up," he said."I was about to send them on their wa... anyhow, just as soon as they leave their clothes, and everything else," I said."You're gonna make 'em leave naked? Don't you know that's the honorable Mayor of Graveyard?" Carl asked."I might have guessed. He's just another fat, stupid, thieving politician to me. You two get naked and get gone. I'd shoot your lousy asses but I don't want to get. "Her face took on a look of disgust as she said, "You mean to tell me that you gave up a hundred and thirty five dollars a week unemployment for a hundred twenty five dollar job? You're really not too bright." Hey, I can't stay idle. I've got to be doing something." Okay. Bring your stuff in. I'm on my way to the supermarket. When I get back, we'll have lunch."When she returned from the store, I helped her unpack the groceries. As she was unpacking, she reached in a bag and took out a jar.. ”“Tomorrow, before classes. This same meeting room, 8am.”A master fit Emily Farmer with her white collar. He explained to her that white collars meant “breeder.” She just nodded her head, but inside she was on fire. Her pussy had been wet and running for so long she was mad with the idea of finally getting some relief. Her handlers were having to clean her up at least 3 times a day. And she had to be fitted with a new chastity belt each morning. The handlers were concerned about chaffing. I myself, who love breasts best(after feminine buttocks),Have had to impose limits,SeekingOnly breasts that hang and float--At least for today.Tomorrow I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski slopesWith rounded undersidesOr for breasts no bigger than a bee stingSwollen with insistent pain.I know only that, whether today or another time,To look at breasts,I will be back again.THE SECRET OF SUCCESSWhen critics piss and moan,I look upon your breastsAnd.