21 year old Carla was fussy vacuuming the living room when she saw the new neighbour pull their car into the driveway of the house.

"love ! The new neighbours are here !"she called to her 32 year old husband.

King John emerged from his office where he had been putting a few more than things to rights, moving over to the window to see.

A magniloquent blonde strapping man with very hefty arms dressed in a lily-white Marco Polo shirt and khakis unfolded himself from the driver's fundament and went around to the former slope of the car and opened the door.

He unbuckled the seat belt and helped the youthful blonde woman there to remain firm up. The youthful woman wobbled in her mellow heels for a bit, clutching at her married man's subdivision for symmetry, then straightened with a little difficulty.

She was positively midget !

She rolled her shoulders and smiled up at her husband, who lovingly tucked her long blond hair's-breadth behind her ear.

Ah, Pres Young love.

Carla knew what it felt like. She still felt the Saame way, utterly smitten by her loving husband and master, who protected, cherished, and dominated her completely.

"We should go introduce ourselves,"John said, looking over at Carla.

She nodded eagerly.

Their sign were the only two at the end of a lesser-used road just outside of the metropolis. John liked his quiet and opt to live in a berth away from the bunco game and bustle, even if it did have in mind adding an hour to his daily commute. Next-door had been empty for two years, or just before Carla married John when she was 19. The brace who had been living there decided to actuate closer to where their youngster had schooltime, saying it would be easily for the minor to suffer friends and socialize more.

The quiet was skillful, but Carla was getting a little lonely.

"I'm going to bake them a cake,"Carla said decisively, turning to move to the kitchen. toilet gave her backside a right spank as she turned, making her yelp and her great bureau bounce.

"You're so entail to me !"Carla whined.

john grabbed her by the waist and hooked a digit through one of her nipple rings, tugging lightly and making her moan.

"You don't like it ?"John teased. He kissed her gently on the oral cavity and slid his hand down to her clit.

Carla moaned into the kiss when her button ring was pulled and flicked. John loved to toy with her wedding clit ring. It signified his Dominion over her and also gave him a way to torture her sexually. While Carla, like every fiddling girl, had dreamed of marrying a beneficial man, she hadn't been very enthused about having her most sensitive expanse pierced. But as time passed, her clit doughnut had become an integral component part of a fulfilling sex life, and helped her immensely in her purpose as a submissive slave-wife.

"I love it, master,"Carla whispered when John broke the buss.

Her cunt was dripping wet, as it always was when privy started torturing her clit. John slipped two finger in there, scooping up her beloved juices, then feeding them back to her.

"I'm going to despoil you hard tonight,"John promised.

Carla whimpered, her twat growing hotter. Her husband loved rape fantasy and Carla loved playing the part of the unwilling womanhood, resisting but overpowered by a strong man, forced to orgasm over and over again on his declamatory meaty cock.

"I look forward to it,"Carla said, breathlessly.

whoremonger gave her clit ring a final tug, then pushed her in the direction of the kitchen.

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19 year old Emma was very aroused. It was a finely Saturday daybreak and they were at the new menage ! She had married 27 year old Walter Scott Young immediately upon her graduation from Clarkson's finishing academy for Young cleaning woman.

The journeying here had been enjoyable for her hubby Scott, but quite tortuous for her because of the new customize car derriere he installed in their car. The large dildos mounted to the shock absorber had impaled her completely and left her unable to move. What's more, Scott had fastened her button mob to a little hook in front of her so that she wouldn't be able to fend up and get away from the dildos ! The thrumming of the car caused both rods to tease her vernal hole. Every blow and jerking, fucked into her roughly, making her moan and wriggle.

She was a dear married woman though, and didn't protest, just placed her hands on her stifle and suffered for the integral three hour drive.

George C. Scott was variety enough to unfasten her and facilitate her into the planetary house. Her skirt was completely drenched by then, and she would cause to clean up the car bum later, but she thanked her hubby for the experience and wobbled up to their room.

The post was already furnished and modified to their liking. Scott wanted to have the place completely ready for domicile and sexual compliance immediately after their wedding so that they could enjoy conjoin life without interruptions. Immediately after Emma said yes to his proposal, he had bought this stead and had it redone to his liking.

"It's beautiful !"Emma exclaimed, toeing off her heels and pulling off her blouse. Scott liked her naked all the clock time and who was she to object ? In fact, it was expected of a good subservient wife to always be naked and uncommitted for her husband's sexual pleasure. She shimmied out of her bird and picked it up to put in the washing basketball hoop. Her jam ached with pleasance still, and her cunt was oozing her passion juice down her second joint. George C. Scott came up behind her, putting his skid away on the brake shoe wheel, and then slipped his fingers into her still gaping son of a bitch

.

"Oh !"Emma gasped. Scott fingered her lightly, teasing her rim, then tugged her along with his fingers still in her shitter. She was so practically shorter than him so she had to tiptoe while she was being anally guided !

"I had the living way prepared,"Scott whispered in her ear, pointing to the side of the couch.

At initiative glance, the infinite was like any other blank space. However, upon penny-pinching inspection, Emma saw that there was a enceinte pen side by side to the couch, with maulers in the bulwark. She would be chained there when Robert Scott wanted her in pup musical mode, she supposed. The thought made her cunt twitch in anticipation.

"And a few special chairs for you,"Scott pulled her along to stand in front of the stool.

It was a wooden pot with two dildos mounted to it, and a machine under it that Emma immediately recognized as the HoleGaper3000. She shivered, remembering how she had classes on that thing back in Clarkson's Finishing Academy for Young Women. Most of the chairs in the academy were mounted with simple hump machines or dildos, designed to keep a girl's mind on her mess while she was learning about other things. However, the advanced orgasm controller classes all had HoleGaper3000s. These were designed to fuck orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of a pickle. Girls were only allowed to graduate if they could withstand two 60 minutes on these political machine at full speed without cumming at all. Emma had managed, but only barely.

No doubt, Scott had bought several of those. It was a famous exemplar and one beloved by dominant husbands everywhere.

Robert Scott anally led Emma to the dining room.

There were two dog looker close to the stairs, one labelled"nutrient"and the other labelled"CUM ”. Beside the bag was a drinking feeding bottle for human being pet attached to the wall. Unlike the usual steel ball nozzle, there was a flesh coloured penis honker. If Emma was in puppy mode, she would give birth to kneel and suck at the member in rules of order to drink the water. But to be honest, she had a feeling that she would be drinking from it whether she was in puppy modal value or not.

All these were placed in a way that made them visible to anyone who just came in the front door. It was designed in a way to announce that Emma wasn't just a slave-wife, but also a little puppy bitch. She felt her snatch start to drip again. Scott said that he sometimes had his familiar over. Perhaps if he invited his champion, she would ingest to suckle water supply from that obscene cock like a good bitch. Everyone would know ! She couldn't supporter but moan at the thought.

"Your training room is through this door,"Scott said with a huge smile. He pushed a third finger into Emma's hungry ass and then anally guided her to the next room.

Emma gasped.

There were stand of dildos and toy dog, all mounted at pup summit along one of the walls. Each of the toys were labelled properly on the shelf so that there would be no mixups. One of the new Analhilator's stood proudly in the substance of the room. There were maulers and a crossbreeding screwed into the bulwark so that Emma could be restrained easily, a fuck Bench, and a big doggie bed in a corner. Collars hung on the rachis of the door, alongside various leashes.

The thing that drew Emma's eyes the most was the collection of jewellery and nipple chain of mountains in a glass case.

"Are these for me ?"she asked, eyes broad as she looked up at her husband in awe.

Scott smiled down at her indulgently, pulling her over to stand in front of the compositor's case. He pulled his finger from Emma's slutty asshole and proceeded to unclip her tit financial backing shoulder strap from her nipple piercings. Emma sighed as her nipples were finally allowed to rest.

While most men didn't explicitly forbid their wives from wearing bras, the more vulgar option nowadays were tit support straps which went around the back of the cervix and were attached to a girl's mammilla rings. One could make their titty perk up more by simply shortening the shoulder strap and pulling up the nipples. This was often used in conjunction with a cleavage shoulder strap between the mammilla halo to pull them together. It took some getting used to and Emma's nipples were often sore at the end of the day.

Scott took out a gorgeous ash gray nipple strand and fastened it to Emma's rings. It hung prettily between her large tits. He couldn't resist giving it a tug and making Emma gasp. Then, he nudged Emma's legs apart and attached the twin teardrop crystallization to her clitoris ring.

Emma whimpered as the weight of the pendant tugged at her sensitive bud. The piercing was still quite impudent, even with today's healing engineering science, it would be a little cutter for another week or so. That didn't stop Scott from teasing it at all. He was even talking about getting her some labial piercings so that he could hold back her kitty spread all the time. The thought of having her cunt always spread, always uncommitted and on display, it made her incredibly wet.

"You're beautiful like this,"George C. Scott told her, drinking in the mess of her resound nipples and clit. The teardrop crystallization shone and sparkled in the light. If he brought her out with it bare-bottomed, there was no incertitude that it would catch the eye of every passer-by. Everyone would know that he married owned this gorgeous girl.

"C'mon, there one new thing I added,"Robert Scott told her.

He slipped his finger back into her asshole and then guided her to the footling doorway on the other slope of the room.

It opened up into a diminutive glass elbow room. Emma looked at her married man, puzzled. There was a fuck-stool, ports, and attachments to fork out Emma immobile. Why would there be a need for a separate playroom ?

"This is made out of one-way glass. Anyone going by outside will be capable to see what you're doing inside here."

Emma's pussy gushed immediately.

She wouldn't be capable to see international, but everyone out of doors would be capable to see inside. Meaning that as long as a person walked to the side of meat or the back of the household, they would be able-bodied to see everything Emma did in this room.

If Scott ordered her to fall in here and have intercourse herself, toy with herself, she would be putting on a appearance for the unit world to see. And she wouldn't even screw who was watching !

"You like that, don't you ?"Scott asked, giving her stern an affectionate spank.

Emma bit her lip.

"I dooo,"she admitted.

Emma used to be very shy about her desire to be a slavish sexual slave wife even though it was the social norm. region of her attributed it to the fact that she came from a small township where the submissiveness wasn't so public. Her mother wore her appointment nipple rings and her wedding clit ring all the time, but she was a hard-working woman at the bakery and had no sentence to pass fucking herself onto toys for random pedestrians. And her father certainly didn't have the money to spend on frivolous thing like clit III or fuck automobile ! Not to bring up, as middle-class workers, they were always on the move from chore to chore, and had no time for public presentation of sex.

"What a man does with his wife is no one's business organisation,"Mother had scolded Emma when she caught Emma staring at the couple fucking at the bus stoppage. The female child's chick was hiked up and her senior husband was slamming his thick black hammer into her pink cocksucker repeatedly as she clung to the signpost. She was moaning around the nag in her lip, kitty pick drenching her pastel yellow air-sleeve as her husband pounded her ass roughly. He came just as the bus rolled up, took the hoopla from her mouth, and then unceremoniously shoved it into her gaping shitter. The girlfriend smoothed out her chick, and then followed her husband onto the bus without another word. There had been no climax for the girl, but instead of looking unhappy, the lady friend had a small smile on her face, as if she was pleased with herself, pleased with how she had been fucked roughly in the voider in public for everyone to see !

Emma felt like that girl now.

"Please, Sir Walter Scott, fuck me now !"Emma panted.

Her gob were sore from the car drive but she couldn't care less.

Winfield Scott grinned down at her. He removed his fingers from her eager jam and then pulled the fuckbench over into the glass room.

He didn't botheration undressing, just unzipped the fly of his pants and whipped out his massive meat rod and sat down. Emma wasted no fourth dimension in sinking her sore asshole down his cock, moaning as she was filled to the rim. being so petite had its welfare. Her husband was able to manhandle her easily, and his cock felt incredible in her mess.

Robert Falcon Scott grabbed her behind her knees and lifted her legs up, impaling her completely on his turncock with a tough stab. Emma squealed, her internal rectal paries stretching to their limit to accommodate her dearest husband. He always made sure to use dildos and attachments that were smaller than he was so that when he took her, she would still feel the redundant stretchability and burn.

No matter how many prick she took, how many dildos were shoved into her ass, she loved George C. Scott's severe rod the most. Her large indulgent breasts bounced as Winfield Scott slammed her onto his rock-and-roll hard cock.

"Who's my slutty married woman !"he demanded

.

"I'm your slutty wife !"Emma panted"I'm your slutty painal loving cunt wife who likes to be watched !"

The teardrop pendent on her button swung to-and-fro wildly, yanking on her button with every punishing drive of Sir Walter Scott's orotund pole into Emma's shithole. She clenched her rectal muscles hard, hoping to contribute Robert Scott the milking he so loved. The friction of his immense cock pounding into her blind drunk ass was excruciating ! She moaned in anal retentive agony, savouring the intuitive feeling of being manhandled and used without a concern in the human beings. The discomfort of her asshole was proof of her entry, evidence that she loved her husband so lots that she found enjoyment in his joy when he abused her anus !

"I love your asshole Emma, Clarkson's Academy really did a honest job, training such a slavish slut wife !"Scott praised.

He reached around and yanked on her tit chain.

"Cum, Emma, show me how much you love getting your son of a bitch wrecked !"

Emma responded as she had been taught at the academy. clock time spent there had taught that her sexual climax were in the hands of men, that she was only allowed sexual joy if a man permitted her to accept it. She arched her back, pushing out her jiggling tits, crying out. Her asshole and clit exploded in both annoyance and pleasure, throbbing as she convulsed on George C. Scott's punishing prick. She heard him groan, and felt his hammer pulse inside her sore shitter as he continued to sleep together into her tight hole.

Emma shook all over as her painalgasm raced through her body. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled up into her head. sexual climax always felt three sentence better when it was Robert Scott pounding her whoreson, and he always made it feel as if she was about to lightlessness out !

Winfield Scott spanked her button severely, tugging on the pendant and making Emma squeal. Her whoreson tightened further, an unvoluntary reaction from the sudden pain. Scott gasped and did it again. Emma clenched harder still, hoping that Scott would enjoy the denseness !

"You're such a painal slut, Emma,"Dred Scott panted as he came down from his orgasm. He held her like that, pegleg still spread in a wide-Vee in the air, flicking her clit from time to time to keep her on edge. She was terribly sensitive, jerking each time he did so.

He lowered her pegleg so that they rested on top of his thigh, keeping them facing pages clear.

"I love this family,"Emma murmured to Scott, looking up at him over her berm. Scott bent his headland down to kiss her on the forehead.

"I love you, Emma."he smiled.

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Carla baked a simpleton chocolate bar with ganache on top. It was a small thing, but neatly done.

"The cake's done !"Carla called. John had been watching their old sex videos in the living room with the sound on low. Now, he wandered into the kitchen, wearing jeans and a uncomplicated lightlessness shirt, with Carla's clitoris ternion in one hand.

"I'm quick to go, are you ?"he asked.

Carla nodded, tilting her headway up for a buss. John gave it to her sweetly.

"Should I get dressed ?"she asked.

John gave her the once over, admitting her perky tits, supported by her shoulder strap, and then pursed his lips.

"Maybe just a blouse. We have to have some decency at to the lowest degree,"he joked. Carla went to get one of the many blouses from her closet. Semi-translucent button up blouses and knee distance skirt were the staple of a subservient married woman's closet. They were long enough to keep the wearer warm and protect them from the elements, but could also be easily removed to approach the wearer's body.

sledding defenseless wasn't a question of obscenity or decency, but whether the husband was properly looking after his wife's health. After all, it wouldn't do if a young woman fell sick due to being au naturel outside.

The weather wasn't exactly cold today, but there might be a breeze and John didn't want Carla catching a common cold.

She returned shortly with a pinko long sleeved shirt with a matching pink collar. The precis of her tit backup strap could be seen clearly through the material, making it absolutely clear-cut that she was not wearing a bra, and had her employment rings in her pap. The shirt was long enough to get hold of her thigh, but still made it evident that she wore no underwear.

"Perfect !"John murmured, pulling her end for another kiss. His wife was incredibly hot and submissive. John clipped the leash onto her marriage button closed chain and held it loosely in his hand. The free weight of the leather shoulder strap tugged on her perforate glans, making her gasp. No matter how many sentence they went out like this, she always reacted as if it was the first. The special ointment that was supposed to keep her genitalia sensitive worked perfectly.

Anyone who looked would immediately notice that the tierce in John's hand was connected to Carla between her legs, and would instantly know that she was being led by the clitoris. Combine that with the tag on the doggie collar that said"Carla"in all hood, it was a large blare mansion that Carla was a puppy wife.

whoremonger swung the leash a little, enjoying the way Carla closed her eyes and whimpered. She trusted him completely with her clit, the most sensitive component part of her body. It was a thought process that filled him with acute joy and pride, that such a hot and gorgeous young adult female would choose to commit her sexual joy and anguish into his care.

Her juice were flowing again, making the interior of her thigh glisten.

"Come along,"Saint John the Apostle said with a grin, tugging lightly on the leash.

Carla stole another kiss from him, then picked up the cake.

She slipped on her open-toed sandals at the doorway and then followed him closely down the drive. There was a breeze and Carla was happy for her shirt. The idle words tossed her shoulder length black pilus around as they walked.

lavatory paused in front line of their neighbour's door to serve her rearrange her haircloth, then rung the doorbell.

There was a tone down"Oh my !"from inside the business firm, the scrape of furniture, and then the doorway opened.

Standing there was the very petite blonde girl that Carla and toilet saw earlier. She was wearing a facile nipple chain on her engagement nipple annulus, and a pretty teardrop pendant on her button ring. Carla felt her heart and soul skip a beat when she saw that the lady friend was also wearing a neckband that read"EMMA ”. Could it be ? She was so lucky to ingest met a neighbor that also happened to be a puppy wife ?

"Oh hello ! I'm Emma !"the blonde girl exclaimed. She turned a little, large breasts jiggling as she did so.

"Dear, the neighbor are here !"

The tall man from earlier poked his headspring out of the kitchen, and then came out to take on them, setting down a screwdriver as he did so.

"hullo ! I'm John, this is Carla,"whoremaster introduced himself and his wife, holding out his hand.

"Robert Scott and Emma, pleased to meet you !"The other man said, wiping his hand on his damp trouser and sticking it out.

toilet shook his hand and then stood aside, pulling lightly on Carla's clit leash. Carla bit her lip, holding back a pant, and then stepped forward. Both Emma and Robert Falcon Scott were looking at the leash and where it was connected to her under her shirt. John lifted the leash a little, and it hiked up Carla's shirt, showing off her platinum clit ring.

"I'd say welcome to the neighbourhood, but it's not much of one,"Carla joked, handing Emma the cake disc. Emma pressed her hired hand to her bosom in surprise, but then took the cake anyway.

"Oh my goodness Carla, you shouldn't have ! Oh my goodness ! I'm going to go put this on the counter !"She said, moving out of the doorway.

On the wall in plain view, was a water station with a dick nozzle fond regard. Carla made a sound of interest.

"Where are my manners, oh do come in !"Scott said, stepping aside.

"What a endearing stead !"John the Evangelist commented"It's so nice to finally meet you ! We were so rum to see who would move in, after seeing so a lot employment being done on this place."



Sir Walter Scott laughed, holding the threshold open. John walked in, Carla trotting behind him.

"Please delight, do convey a backside !"Scott gestured to the living room. He gave Carla a small knowing smiling"Or a doggie cushion, if you like."

Carla had long since gotten used to the humiliation and joy of being a puppy bitch wife in public. She blushed and looked to bathroom for guidance. He nodded to her, unclipped her threesome, and hung it up on the hooks in the doorway. Carla slowly walked over to the animation way area. There were a few shock on the floor, in the SHAPE of paw prints, or osseous tissue. There was a soft blue one that had Emma's name embroidered on it. It stood out from the eternal sleep because there were two dildos rising from the heart and soul of it.

Carla felt arousal curl in her puss again. She had one almost exactly like it at home. Evidently, their new neighbours were into a lot of the Sami things. How fortunate ! It would have been hard if Emma and Scott were conservative prude who thought intimate submission should only be kept to the sleeping accommodation and that no former kink were allowed.

"What exemplar is this ?"can asked, wandering over to the water station. He squatted to fill a good look at it just as Emma came out of the kitchen.

"That's the FluidDispenserPrime. Those are pretty new on the grocery,"Emma said"There's one at Clarkson's but then Scott surprised me with it here. It looks a lot like the other water stations for puppies, but it has got sensors in the hooter that only dispenses when oral is performed on it."

Saint John the Apostle threw Carla a heated look and she knew immediately that he wanted to see her use one. Right now, she drank normally, out of a sports stadium, and this would only humiliate her promote, enforcing her role as a kick wife, a pup slut.

"You can try it out, if you want ?"Emma offered generously.

Carla swallowed hard. She looked at john, who nodded once.

"Go ahead,"his voice was grating with foreplay already"If the other pup is willing to parcel, when why not ?"

Carla dropped to her knees and crawled over to the station. The penis adhesion was great, but nothing Carla wasn't used to blowing.

She knelt there and placed her hands on either side of the station, then opened her mouth.

The cock attachment felt like a real rooster on her tongue. Carla could feel John's optic on her as she gently sucked the tip. She was blowing a fake turncock in front of her hubby and her new neighbor. No, not just that, she was blowing the fake cock that her new neighbour would be blowing regularly, right in front of her husband and her new neighbours. blonde young Emma would kneel like Carla was kneeling, and draw this exact same cock.

Carla sunk profoundly onto the stopcock, swirling the spit around the head word, opening her throat to take it all the way to the Qaeda.

She heard a surprised pant from Emma and a groan from both men. The car hummed and then water filled Carla's rima oris. It tasted faintly of silicone and charge plate, but that was to be expected from a brand new car. H2O came out in spurts. Every time Carla deepthroated it, it would dispense more piddle. It was definitely a in effect selection for training a wife to deepthroat and leave oral.

She drank a minuscule bit more, then pulled off with a pop, feeling a little dizzy from the rush of arousal in her cunt.

She would definitely love to have this in their house.

"I'd love one,"John said behind her, his voice hoarse.

Carla turned to see at him. The feel in his eye let her experience that she would be taken surd and riotous tonight.

"I'll give you the internet site,"Scott promised, taking out his phone.

Carla looked at Emma, who was flushed pinko and dripping wet.

"You're really good at deepthroating,"Emma said, fiddling her fingers.

"It takes practice, that's all,"Carla replied, getting to her understructure. She was taller than Emma, who was so tiny that the mere thought of seeing Scott manhandle her sent a dash of lust to Carla's nether region.

"I'm so glad to assemble another puppy wife,"Emma said with relief, she took Carla by the hand and led her to the living room.

Emma didn't go to her dildo cushion. Instead, she tugged Carla over to the couch and put down a towel so that they could sit comfortably.

"Are there not a lot of pups where you're from ?"Carla asked.

"In my hometown ? No. I've only seen other pup in training at the honorary society. Or in the metropolis when I went with my mother."Emma said, pulling her retentive whisker into a ponytail.

"You'll be glad to know there's a puppy green in the city, and a few play centres too."Carla clasped Emma's hand in hers"Or we can keep each former company !"she said excitedly.



Emma gave Carla a shy grinning and nodded.

"Look at our piffling kick, they're Friend already !"whoremonger said, sounding amused. Carla turned around, embarrassed by how eager she was to make friends.

"Stop it, John, you know I get lonely at home,"she pouted. St. John grinned at her, coming over to kiss her forehead.

"Well, Scott said that they didn't sense up to cooking tonight, so I was thinking, maybe we can bring them to The Daschund tonight."

Carla hesitated. Going to The Daschund always meant that her jam ended up sore and aching for a whole week, combined with the fact that John the Divine was probably going to fuck her extra raw tonight, she was going to be limping for a month !

Her juices started to drop from her pussy immediately. Her arsehole was going to get a drilling and she was looking forward to it !

"What's The Daschund."Sir Walter Scott asked, a curious look on his face.

"It's a video display restaurant."

Scott perked up immediately.

"I didn't know there was one so closemouthed by !"

public displays of submission were acceptable virtually of the time, but not in diners or eateries. charwoman sucking their men off under the table, groaning, moaning, the scent of sex, it was distracting. Display restaurants however, were intended to exhibit the kinks and submission of the wives who went there. Judging from Emma's construction, she had never been to one, or perhaps she didn't even know what it was.

"I'll make the reservations, Let's say 6 pm ?"

"Sure !"I'm looking forward to it !"Winfield Scott said, looking excited.

"Alright then, we better get back, let you settle in properly,"John said, clapping Dred Scott on the back again. They shared a commiserating feel, then John walked over to the door. Carla got up immediately and went over to him, allowing him to cut short the three back onto her button ring.

She gave Emma a happy wave as her husband led her out of the theater and back to their own place .