”“She’s an angel.”“Want me to tell her?” I asked as I picked up my phone.Melissa made a gimme gesture with her hands so I handed her the p...one. As she started typing in messenger she woke up a bit more, typed, drank coffee, typed, drank coffee and repeated. As the light came into her face she took on that elfin look that innocent angel with a dirty mind. I figured if she was awake enough for this she was awake enough for something else. I put my coffee down on the bedside table and slid next to. It does tie in to the existing Dots and Dashes series - kind of - but later, not right now. Feeling lucky?My sexual adventures don't always start with a phone call. Sometimes, they cross my path in person at full speed. I was exiting a revolving door at a drug store after replenishing my supply of brown and red licorice twists. A husky woman burdened with five shopping bags plowed into me. I staggered backwards, saved from the pavement by a group waiting for the light to change. Somehow, she. Their beautiful aunt had taken another step in her enslavement. The woman stood in her submissive pose, her big breasts rising and falling reflecting her inner turmoil. But even as they felt the thrill of dominating another, they could see from the heaving breasts to the unconscious parting of Debbie’s full lips that their aunt’s newly unearthed submissive drives were in turn being stimulated.“That’s better isn’t it,” Stephanie said to Debbie. The condescension in her niece’s voice was as. “Okay, well, fine ... Hello Cunt ... I usually ask our guests whether they are sure they want to become dogsluts, but you seem to be VERY ready...”Anne-Marie nods, the nod moving her from the hips upwards, and accompanied by a bit of a laugh. “Oh yes ... No second thoughts here ... I’ve been waiting for this!”Charley nods, then turns to take hold of the handle to the door to the set, “Well in that case, Cunt, I think we better get you onto the set...”, she pulls the door open and steps back out.