She took the women she met. They had to be made ready. This was the first night, however, she'd gone hunting with others.Linda plunged into the crowd,...taking in everything. Her standards were high, she was looking for just the right girl. She crossed the whole of the room but hadn't found anyone adequate. She wasn't worried. The club was packed. The right one was here somewhere. She just had to find her. Linda moved to the bar.That's where Linda found her. She was superb, a short Philippino. She spent most of the ride (I was driving) to look over her notes a dozen or so times. I spend most of the ride looking her over as subtly as I could.She isn't a supermodel or anything, but everything about her is cute. She has shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes and every inch of skin that I have ever seen just makes me want to slide my lips along it planting kisses wherever I could reach. I particularly loved the freckles that dotted the upper part of her chest that I could occasionally. After a thorough inspection of the property and its surroundings, we decided to call the number and set up an appointment to view the house itself.The house was built entirely by the homeowner, who seemed quite proud of the house and just how well it was built. After only ten minutes or so I was convinced this was the house for me, but waited until we were back in the car to relay those feeling to my wife. As it turned out she was as excited as I was and we called the owner the minute we. She bent, reaching into the bag, and pulled out a large punch, the plier-like tool designed for making holes in leather. Moving to the side, she lifted the punch and eased it up against her septum. Ravie’s screamed, and again jerked at the cuffs ?Noooooo !?But the woman simply smiled softly, and began to squeeze the handles togetherIt didn’t take the woman long to attached Ravie to the yolk. The heavy wooden collar holding her securely, her wrists pinioned. The woman stepped back, and.