It’s like Christmas. Other men, they want to breathe first, take a good lay of the land. Some men don’t even come into the room. I’m a little co...d, but it’s nothing I haven’t become used to. Ever since becoming my mistress’s slave, I haven’t had the opportunity to wear that many clothes. In fact, there’s really only two pieces of clothing in my closet left. There’s a little black dress, and there’s a belt. The black dress is a size 0, very tight. It has thin straps, and goes mostly down to my. Five minutes later the Zakat and Matatu walked up. The Zakat spoke right out with the normal greeting to an outsider who came alone to a Calak.From the first I'd realized that my ability to understand the Zwangi's language had been helped along by whoever had put me here. Since then I'd listened clandestinely to plenty of them and practiced to myself often enough to feel confident I could communicate, but my learning curve had been too steep to be completely my doing. I was happy about it now. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring cabana, that is. He was decidedly interesting.Carolyn lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment."Looking for someone, darling?" Don looked up from the magazine he'd been reading."No... I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was still there.". Sam was quickly getting more and more confused. For the more he licked up the girl's leg, the stronger the bitch's scent was. He had never faced such a situation before. How could a human master be a bitch?Disregarding his confusion, and concentrating on what his instincts was telling him, he continued licking his way closer and closer to Kimberly's slightly parted legs."Mmmmmh! Ooooh!" The teenager moaned in her slumber.The large white Labrador worked his tongue feverishly, licking up Jennings.