"If I were El, I'd leash the mutt."Even if I believed in leashes, I really couldn't do anything at thispoint. Even if I got away from Bowser, I was s...ill wearing a skirt forsome reason, and my dick is still gone. I thought it was strange thatnobody was talking about the skirt."Why's El just standing still like that?"Why was everyone calling me "El?" I've never gone by that name before.It's always been "Elliot." You're crazy, McCain is the only one in the running with any foreignpolicy. He needed someone to take absolute control over him just as he had done with Mei, but even more unconditionally. Someone who would assume 24 hour supervision who wouldn’t let him eat, sleep, or even think on his own. The only equivalent was Ranger training but that wasn’t an option. He needed an experienced, dedicated dominatrix who cared enough about him to turn his life around. He let him drone on while he finished the software. He had five programs ranging from ten to thirty minutes. Some. ‘Something like that’ he replied, ‘Be careful you don’t get those nice white panties dirty’.Shocked, Jen realised that by moving where he had asked, she was giving him an eyeful up her skirt.‘Getting enough of a look’ she said sarcastically, ‘Maybe it would be better if I took them off’ and she flipped up the edge of her skirt and squatted slightly. ‘There’,seen enough,’ but as she tried to stand up, her leg got caught under her and she tumbled over. ‘Bollocks’ she thought as she eyed the neat. My cock seems to agree and begins to harden.She turns left, approaching a black SUV and I increase my pace, wanting...needing to catch her before she reaches her vehicle and is gone.When I've closed the distance to 15 feet or so I stop and say "Excuse me Miss. You look incredibly familiar to me...have we met?"I keep my distance, not wanting to give her any reason to be alarmed or afraid.She turns, her face brightening into a smile that I've seen before. "it's possible...I'm, ummm, on the.