<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">She knew the routine. She backed away from the bars a few feet and held her wrists out together and her ankle shoulder width apart. This made it easier to get her out of her wrist shackles, into the jacket and out of her ankle shackles; in that order. "I'm not your puppy Boss." Her tongue traveled across her pearly whites again, sucking her teeth lightly as she reached her canine. She cocked her head to the side and watched him intently as she let her long black hair fall to one side of her head. She felt how heavy her long hair had gotten and gathered the assumption a shower was needed soon. She hated her hair ever getting greasy. She much preferred the flowing and soft sex appeal hair.</span>