Tuck couldn't tell what she was doing but he could see the smile on herface as she continued."Well, that will be quite a day for you. Now listen up, l...ttle girl.You will go through every procedure on here, and I better not hear aword of protest or I will call the police. So don't test me." I'll do whatever you say. Please don't call the police or call Jake.I'm really sorry; I didn't know that it was the girls' locker room." Well it's yours now, too."Tuck felt like he had been slapped in the. Time was aticking and he needed to find something fast before he got caught up inthe next transition. He opened a new tab and began scrolling through toindulge some of his others kinks, browsing pictures of big bottomed ladiesfarting in a submissive's face... a bit gross but he loved the purehumiliation of it. He was browsing the site and rubbing himself aimlesslywhen he was interrupted by the soft ping of a return message from the chatsite. He clicked back and groaned to see it was just a. God. I loved the slow and languid way she walked with just a slight sashay of her hips. She was a dream, my 'Girl from Ipanema' fantasy.She smiled when she saw what I had done."You have such style. I am so impressed. And to speak honestly, I really am impressed with you. You are a good guy...and classy, too."I loved the little Latino accent, the lilt in her voice."This is the most beautiful beach I've ever seen. It really does feel like it's my very own. Thank you for taking me here."She. ’ Risks. Maybe I’d better not take him out in my truck, I had a feeling he wouldn’t like it. ‘Good girl,’ he praised, curling an arm around to rub my shoulder. I had the sudden ridiculous urge to growl, bare my teeth, and sink them into his palm. ‘I am not a dog, sir,’ I said instead, glaring at the flesh of his throat. ‘I don’t fuck dogs, private.’ His tone was a subtle warning for me not to push it. ‘Quit calling me ‘Good girl.” I ignored his warning, and delivered one of my own with a voice.