<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and there it is ... Miss sells me for an hour and half and $500 ... to some dirty Dykes ... feel cheap and thrilled at the same time ... what will they do that hasn't already been done? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she jerks my head around by the hair ... her kiss is bruising! ... somehow it has its effect inside ... take the leather collar ... put it round my throat and fumble with the buckle ... almost too tight ... it's wide! ... attach the leash to the D-ring ... on my knees, offer the Dyke the other end of the leash and put my hands on the floor ... bitch ... a dog to be bred ... my leather skirt is going to make this difficult to move but I know I'll manage …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“MmmmMM!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… is that what a cringing dog is supposed to sound like? ... I expect I'll find out soon enough …</em></span></span>