She licked her thumb and forefinger, then reached up and pinched out the last candle, plunging the room into darkness."G-good night... a-and thank you..." I heard as I slipped into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.The aroma of breakfast once again intruded on my sleep. With my eyes still closed, I gradually allowed my senses to roam, taking in the muted sounds of birds singing, the spicy, flowery smell of the room that was deeply infused with the acrid smell of coffee perking, and the dim glow of dawn. ”“And Lori enjoyed being tied up, and play-raped? Silly question, if she didn’t enjoy it, then I’m sure she would not have wanted to write about it. Did it happen much like in the part I just read? Did she actually scratch you on the arm?”I showed her where the faint scars could still be seen.“Damn! Did you actually whip her with the crop, making her count the strokes?” I nodded. “Did it actually make her come, like in the story?”“Yeah, but that’s where we stopped our scene,” I said. “We both. Of course, you're free to change that name if youwant," the dog keeper said.Eve looked at the name on the dog's tag: Laura. "Laura's a strangename for a dog," Eve remarked."How about Lory?" Robert suggested."I like it," Eve agreed."Rex will be so happy," Robert predicted. He then turned to the dogkeeper. "We'll get that one."The dog keeper opened the cage and immediately Lory started wagging hertail excitedly. Eve knelt down so she was eye level with the dog. "I'mgoing to take good care of. Confused, I quickened my pace and came to a stop. What I saw was something that I will never forget. There she was, in her business skirt and shirt,laying on the bed,with her skirt folded up to her thighs and a vibrator between her leg. She was looking so sexy yet blissful at the same time. I was stunned by this sight. My judgement clouded. My heart stopped and it seemed so did the time. My head was telling me to go yet my my legs would not move. Without even noticing my actions I found myself.