.. Hi ... I’m Jesse Peterson,” he said with a slight smile.She was a very attractive young woman, about five-foot-six with dark blonde hair and br...wn eyes. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, leaving little to the imagination of what her body was like. The word pneumatic came to mind as a description of her curves. She had a very prominent chest, and her opposite side was just as eye-catching.“I’ve been watching the games ... and you ... for a couple of weeks. I like baseball and you’re a. "Cindy thought he was kidding. Then, to his embarrassment, Jan told her who and what he was and the fact that Ali had flown him out from California just to make sure her hair looked good. When he finished, he borrowed a large mirror and held it so Cindy could see herself. "My God!" she exclaimed. "That can't be me. It just can't! That's gorgeous."Henry just shook his head and said, "Cynthia, if you ever pay a hairdresser to work on your hair, I'll shoot you. Either they're totally incompetent. I shake my head and whimper. "No. They take what their breeder gives them, when their breeder gives it to them. What noises do they make?"My eyes going hazy with lust and pleasure, I hang my tongue out of my mouth and begin to pant, whine, whimper, growl. The world around me begins to grow fuzzy. "Good girl," you moan into my ear before pushing me back down into the grass. "Now behave, and take your breeding."I whine and whimper. My fingers dig into the soft dirt beneath me. You fuck me harder. Her eyes glinted with catty playfulness as she watched my reaction, “What the fuck? What’s gotten into you?”“I’m bored and you aren’t so keep me awake.” “How? If you’re bored go call Addie or something, she’s always ready to fill you up with gossip.”“Nah, she’s a bitch this week, she doesn’t deserve my company.”“My my, aren’t we the prissy little good girl today.” I looked at my sister as she studied my face then hers lit up with an idea. “Let’s play Truth or Dare,” she said brightly.I was.