They received many greetings. Anne and Lionel might not be the shining stars of the ton that the Dorwich’s were; they might not be the notables that...the Strouds were. They were, nevertheless, worth knowing. Last Season’s debutantes and brides were especially friendly toward Anne. Lionel wryly suspected it was gratitude for having settled on him. Some of that number were more evidently pregnant than Anne was.“Well met!” cried a female voice from a distance. The woman trotted up to them at a pace. We had been on a speed march; 10 miles wearing steel helmets and full battle kit, in fact the Full Monty ( everything) and it was a roasting hot summer day (yes we do get those days occasionally in England) The end of the march finished upon a headland overlooking the sea and the Weald of Kent. We had collapsed like corpses at the end of the march but being young lads we soon recovered and sat up and lit cigarettes. The sergeant in charge of us, who was known as Wolfie, said."Just look at that. Paws on her back! A dog! She had told him of the fantasy. The humiliation of it. Being treated as nothing but a fucktoy. She had told him that her deepest desire was for him to use her to fulfill his deepest darkest desires. Having his fucktoy fucked by a dog, in front of a crowd and videoing it, that was, he had said, part of his. At the time she had shivered thrilled wondering about the other parts. She could tell it was a large dog. His cock filled her already and wasn't done. " For this party you're going to be my fucking slave, do you understand me?" asked Paula.Helen looked at Karl and he nodded his approval. In a voice barely above a whisper Helen answered, "Yes, I understand!"Knowing that she now had complete control, Paula gave Helen the order to strip, "Let me see your body!"Slowly Helen took off the frock she was almost wearing. It was difficult to do slowly, because it had no buttons and was already open down the front, as Karl liked her to dress. Paula sat.