<strong>LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages - in front of "Sunshine's" cage.</strong><br/><br/>She woke up. Wonderful. Such a pretty face, so tortured with doubt and fear. I stood and moved to the cage.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No ... no ... no ... It's not fair, it's not supposed to happen ... what did you do to me?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Ah, my sweet. I will speak in Engleesh since sans doute you do not speak française. I did nossink to you, you 'ave le mal chance. Ze bad luck, n'esc-ce pas?" A trainer had noted my interest and hurried up obsequiously to hand me a file. I flipped it open and read quickly. "Ah oui! Bad luck indeed. It seems you 'ave a rival, ma chérie, who 'ave more monnaie zan your papa. Alors, 'ow ees eet you Americains say? Sheet 'appens, non?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I want to go home ..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The pretty beagle started trying to hurt herself. I smiled. "Cherie, if you weesh to be 'urt, at least allow me ze pleasure of doeeng it pour toi?"I nodded to the trainer, who opened the cage door for me. I stepped in, pulling the diamond studded collar from my bag. I grabbed the beagle by her hair, yanking it back hard to keep her from bashing her head again. "You can come 'ome wiz moi, ma petite. You will like zis, non? If we get on well enough, I may peut être decide to keep you."<br/><br/>I quickly clamped my knees either side of the puppy's waist, hoisting my dress up slightly to do so. Sometimes pet ownership requires one to be a little undignified. Once I had her held firmly, I fastened the collar around her neck. The interesting thing about my very expensive diamond studded collar is, it doesn't have any padding on the inside, and in fact there are a few rather sharp spikes poking inwards, just enough to be extremely uncomfortable normally, and very painful if the collar is pulled.<br/><br/>I clipped a lead onto the collar and then slid my hands all over the bitch, looking for blemishes or imperfections. Of course I also got to grope her breasts and cunt in the process. "Ah, pas virginie, a pity, but not unexpected." I slipped my finger back out of her. The clit and nipple rings had me distinctly turned on and I couldn't wait to put them to good use. I investigated further. "Oho, you 'ave been a busy little puppy." My finger probed her anus and I noticed that it was quite loose. Not only that, but she seemed to like it.