“They look pretty real to me,” said that bitch Mina snatching the photos from Vasanthi. “Don’t they…” said Mina extending her arm towards ...omeone. From the door entered our watchman but he stayed in the shadows, watching.“Please I beg you…” said Vasanthi joining her hands to Mina. “This never happened.”“Doesn’t matter. Let’s see what your sons think about the photos. After that maybe we will ask your students at school.” The horror struck Vasanthi at that moment, and me when I watched it over. Mayra was also a sophomore at Rutgers, although she lived at home and commuted to class. She was a tall girl – about five-nine – with a voluptuous build. By no means was she fat, though; she might have been more accurately described as large-framed.Inez and Mayra put on coats and helped me haul everything inside. Thankfully, there was nothing too heavy. There was just a lot of it. About six weeks following her unfortunate ordeal, Inez appeared to be pain-free; she had no difficulty in helping. One name though did strike a chord. Angelique.Bloody Angelique, or Ange as Kim called her.A petite brunette with a killer body just made for hard core fucking, Ange was my fantasy fuck, the one I thought of when Kim slipped my mind.Without any moral ambiguity at all I clicked on the already opened email and read the very short message."This Sunday at the Hogan’s their having one of their rugby shows again and want our ‘special package’. I suppose we can avail them of our services again.”I was. I wanted to walk with him and he held my hand, which was a very human thing and I liked it.I paused at the edge of the wheat field close to our home and it was overgrown now with weeds. I needed to pee and the man waited patiently for me. He was wet now, we both were, but especially my Master as I was wearing his jacket and so I decided to run the last little bit, knowing he'd follow quickly and get inside that much sooner. I smiled at him over my shoulder in the twilight and barked loudly,.