21 yr old Carla was busy vacuuming the living way when she saw the new neighbours pull their car into the private road of the house.

"Honey ! The new neighbour are here !"she called to her 32 twelvemonth old hubby.

whoremonger emerged from his federal agency where he had been putting a few more things to rights, moving over to the window to see.

A magniloquent blonde strapping man with very sinewy coat of arms dressed in a white Marco Polo shirt and khaki unfolded himself from the driver's seat and went around to the former side of the car and opened the door.

He unbuckled the seatbelt and helped the young blonde cleaning lady there to stand up. The immature woman wobbled in her high heels for a second, clutching at her married man's arms for residuum, then straightened with a little difficulty.

She was positively diminutive !

She rolled her articulatio humeri and smiled up at her married man, who lovingly tucked her foresightful blond hair behind her ear.

Ah, young love.

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

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

She nodded eagerly.

Their theatre were the only two at the end of a lesser-used road just outside of the city. John liked his quiet and opt to live in a place away from the hustle and bustle, even if it did mean adding an hour to his day by day commute. Next-door had been empty-bellied for two twelvemonth, or just before Carla married toilet when she was 19. The couple who had been living there decided to displace closer to where their baby had schooling, saying it would be adept for the children to have admirer and socialise more than.

The quiet was decent, but Carla was getting a slight lonely.

"I'm going to broil them a cake,"Carla said decisively, turning to impress to the kitchen. John gave her backside a right spank as she turned, making her yelp and her large chest bounce.

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

John grabbed her by the waist and hooked a finger through one of her nipple halo, tugging lightly and making her moan.

"You don't like it ?"John teased. He kissed her gently on the mouth and slid his hired man down to her clit.

Carla moaned into the kiss when her button closed chain was pulled and flicked. whoremaster loved to toy with her wedding clit pack. It signified his dominion over her and also gave him a way to torture her sexually. While Carla, like every little girl, had dreamed of marrying a good man, she hadn't been very enthused about having her most sensitive orbit pierced. But as sentence passed, her clitoris ring had become an integral contribution of a fulfilling sex life, and helped her immensely in her theatrical role as a slavish slave-wife.

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

Her cunt was dripping wet, as it always was when St. John the Apostle started torturing her button. john slipped two finger's breadth in there, scooping up her love succus, then feeding them back to her.

"I'm going to rape you unvoiced tonight,"John promised.

Carla whimpered, her cunt growing hotter. Her husband loved rape fantasies and Carla loved playing the part of the unwilling woman, resisting but overpowered by a solid man, forced to orgasm over and over again on his large meaty cock.

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

John gave her button ring a final examination tug, then pushed her in the direction of the kitchen.

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19 year old Emma was very excited. It was a fine Saturday sunrise and they were at the new sign of the zodiac ! She had married 27 year old Robert Scott Young immediately upon her graduation from Clarkson's coating Academy for Young Women.

The journey here had been enjoyable for her married man Robert Scott, but quite tortuous for her because of the new customized car hindquarters he installed in their car. The large dildos mounted to the cushion had impaled her completely and left her ineffective to move. What's more, Walter Scott had fastened her clit ring to a little crotchet in figurehead of her so that she wouldn't be able to stand up and get away from the dildos ! The thrumming of the car caused both retinal rod to tease her youthful fix. Every swelling and jolt, fucked into her roughly, making her groan and wriggle.

She was a good wife though, and didn't protest, just placed her handwriting on her knee and suffered for the stallion three 60 minutes drive.

Scott was kind sufficiency to unfasten her and facilitate her into the family. Her skirt was completely drenched by then, and she would suffer to clean up the car tail later, but she thanked her husband for the experience and wobbled up to their room.

The place was already furnished and modified to their liking. Scott wanted to bear the place completely ready for dwelling and intimate submission immediately after their wedding so that they could relish tie life without interruptions. Immediately after Emma said yes to his proposal of marriage, he had bought this seat and had it redone to his liking.

"It's beautiful !"Emma exclaimed, toeing off her heels and pulling off her blouse. Scott liked her nude all the time and who was she to object ? In fact, it was expected of a good submissive wife to always be defenseless and useable for her married man's sexual pleasure. She shimmied out of her bird and picked it up to put in the laundry basketball hoop. Her holes ached with pleasure still, and her cunt was oozing her love succus down her thigh. Scott came up behind her, putting his brake shoe away on the shoe wrack, and then slipped his finger's breadth into her still gaping asshole

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

"I had the living elbow room prepared,"Scott whispered in her ear, pointing to the slope of the couch.

At number one glance, the infinite was like any other space. However, upon closer inspection, Emma saw that there was a large pen next to the couch, with maulers in the bulwark. She would be chained there when George C. Scott wanted her in puppy manner, 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 stool with two dildos mounted to it, and a machine under it that Emma immediately recognized as the HoleGaper3000. She shivered, remembering how she had class on that thing back in Clarkson's Finishing Academy for Young fair sex. Most of the chairs in the academy were mounted with unsubdivided fuck motorcar or dildos, designed to keep a girl's judgment on her mess while she was learning about other things. However, the advanced orgasm dominance classes all had HoleGaper3000s. These were designed to fuck orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of a gob. daughter were only allowed to fine-tune if they could defy two 60 minutes on these machines at full hurrying without cumming at all. Emma had managed, but only barely.

No doubt, Scott had bought various of those. It was a renowned model and one beloved by dominant husbands everywhere.

Scott anally led Emma to the dining room.

There were two dog dishes close to the stairs, one labelled"FOOD"and the early labelled"CUM ”. Beside the dishes was a drinking bottle for human pets attached to the wall. Unlike the common steel ball nozzle, there was a human body non-white penis nozzle. If Emma was in puppy mode, she would have got to kneel and lactate at the penis in fiat to imbibe the water. But to be honest, she had a belief that she would be drinking from it whether she was in puppy manner or not.

All these were placed in a way that made them visible to anyone who just came in the look door. It was designed in a way to herald that Emma wasn't just a slave-wife, but also a little puppy bitch. She felt her cunt beginning to dribble again. Robert Scott said that he sometimes had his associates over. Perhaps if he invited his acquaintance, she would have to suckle urine from that repulsive turncock like a skilful bitch. Everyone would know ! She couldn't assist but moan at the thought.

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

Emma gasped.

There were racks of dildos and toys, all mounted at puppy height along one of the walls. Each of the toys were labelled properly on the ledge so that there would be no mixups. One of the new Analhilator's stood proudly in the centre of the room. There were sweetener and a cross screwed into the bulwark so that Emma could be restrained easily, a sleep together bench, and a prominent barker bed in a corner. catch hung on the back of the room access, alongside several leashes.

The thing that drew Emma's eyes the most was the solicitation of jewelry and pap chains in a looking glass case.

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

Sir Walter Scott smiled down at her indulgently, pulling her over to stand in nominal head of the case. He pulled his digit from Emma's slutty asshole and proceeded to unclip her tit support strap from her nipple piercings. Emma sighed as her nipples were finally allowed to rest.

While most men didn't explicitly forbid their wife from wearing bandeau, the Thomas More common choice present were tit support shoulder strap which went around the rear of the neck and were attached to a little girl's nipple ringing. One could make their breasts perk up more by simply shortening the straps and pulling up the nipples. This was often used in conjunction with a segmentation strap between the mammilla ringing to pull them together. It took some getting used to and Emma's mamilla were often sore at the end of the day.

Scott took out a gorgeous silver nipple chain of mountains and fastened it to Emma's anchor ring. It hung prettily between her expectant boob. He couldn't resist giving it a tug and making Emma gasp. Then, he nudged Emma's stage apart and attached the matching teardrop vitreous silica to her clitoris ring.

Emma whimpered as the weight unit of the pendant tugged at her sensitive bud. The piercing was still quite saucy, even with today's healing technology, it would be a little tender for another week or so. That didn't arrest Robert Falcon Scott from teasing it at all. He was even talking about getting her some labial piercings so that he could keep her pussy spread all the fourth dimension. The idea of having her kitty-cat always open, always available and on display, it made her incredibly wet.

"You're beautiful like this,"Scott told her, drinking in the mint of her annular nipples and button. The teardrop crystal shone and sparkled in the spark. If he brought her out with it bare-bottomed, there was no doubt that it would hitch the eye of every passer-by. Everyone would know that he married owned this gorgeous girl.

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

He slipped his fingers back into her motherfucker and then guided her to the picayune room access on the other face of the room.

It opened up into a tiny ice room. Emma looked at her husband, puzzled. There was a fuck-stool, interface, and attachments to return Emma immobile. Why would there be a pauperization for a separate rumpus room ?

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

Emma's pussy gushed immediately.

She wouldn't be able to see outside, but everyone outside would be able-bodied to see inside. Meaning that as long as a mortal walked to the slope or the rachis of the menage, they would be able to see everything Emma did in this room.

If Robert Falcon Scott ordered her to derive in here and roll in the hay herself, toy with herself, she would be putting on a appearance for the unharmed earth to see. And she wouldn't even know who was watching !

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

Emma bit her lip.

"I dooo,"she admitted.

Emma used to be very shy about her desire to be a submissive sexual slave wife even though it was the societal norm. Part of her attributed it to the fact that she came from a small township where the submissiveness wasn't so populace. Her mother wore her appointment nipple annulus and her wedding clit ring all the time, but she was a hard-working woman at the bakehouse and had no metre to spend fucking herself onto toy dog for random pedestrians. And her male parent certainly didn't have the money to spend on frivolous affair like clitoris leashes or fuck machines ! Not to note, as middle-class workers, they were always on the move from chore to chore, and had no time for public displays of sex.

"What a man does with his wife is no one's business,"female parent had scolded Emma when she caught Emma staring at the couple nookie at the bus stop. The girl's annulus was hiked up and her former husband was slamming his thick blackness turncock into her pinkish asshole repeatedly as she clung to the signpost. She was moaning around the hoopla in her mouth, pussy cream drenching her pastel yellowed socks as her husband pounded her ass roughly. He came just as the bus rolled up, took the plug from her mouth, and then unceremoniously shoved it into her gaping voider. The lady friend smoothed out her skirt, and then followed her husband onto the bus without another word. There had been no orgasm for the girl, but instead of looking unhappy, the girl had a small smile on her aspect, as if she was delight with herself, pleased with how she had been fucked roughly in the shitter in populace for everyone to see !

Emma felt like that miss now.

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

Her holes were sore from the car ride but she couldn't care less.

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

He didn't bother undressing, just unzipped the fly of his pants and whipped out his massive marrow rod and sat down. Emma wasted no fourth dimension in sinking her sore motherfucker down his putz, moaning as she was filled to the rim. organism so petite had its welfare. Her married man was capable to manhandle her easily, and his cock felt incredible in her holes.

Scott grabbed her behind her knee and lifted her peg up, impaling her completely on his pecker with a hard thrust. Emma squealed, her inner rectal walls stretching to their bound to accommodate her beloved husband. He always made for sure to use dildos and attachment that were smaller than he was so that when he took her, she would still feel the additional stretch and burn.

No thing how many peter she took, how many dildos were shoved into her ass, she loved Robert Scott's hard rod the most. Her large soft breasts bounced as Scott slammed her onto his rock 'n' roll hard cock.

"Who's my slutty wife !"he demanded

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

The teardrop chandelier on her clit swung to-and-fro wildly, yanking on her clit with every punishing thrust of Scott's large perch into Emma's shithole. She clenched her rectal sinew hard, hoping to give Scott the milking he so loved. The friction of his immense turncock pounding into her tight ass was excruciating ! She moaned in anal suffering, savouring the feeling of being manhandled and used without a care in the world. The soreness of her bunghole was proof of her submission, grounds that she loved her married man so much that she found enjoyment in his pleasure when he abused her anus !

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

He reached around and yanked on her nipple chain.

"Cum, Emma, show me how much you love getting your SOB wrecked !"

Emma responded as she had been taught at the academy. Time spent there had taught that her orgasms were in the hands of men, that she was only allowed sexual delight if a man permitted her to induce it. She arched her back, pushing out her jiggling teat, crying out. Her asshole and clit exploded in both pain and joy, throbbing as she convulsed on Winfield Scott's punishing pecker. She heard him groan, and felt his peter heart rate inside her sore shitter as he continued to sleep with into her pixilated hollow.

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 fourth dimension better when it was Scott pounding her asshole, and he always made it find as if she was about to grim out !

Scott spanked her clit punishing, tugging on the pendant and making Emma squeal. Her bunghole tightened further, an involuntary reaction from the sudden pain. Scott gasped and did it again. Emma clenched gruelling still, hoping that Sir Walter Scott would enjoy the tightness !

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

He lowered her legs so that they rested on top of his thighs, keeping them spread open.

"I love this theatre,"Emma murmured to Scott, looking up at him over her shoulder. Scott bent his head down to osculate her on the forehead.

"I love you, Emma."he smiled.

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

"The cake's done !"Carla called. John Lackland had been watching their old sex picture in the living way with the audio on low. Now, he wandered into the kitchen, wearing jeans and a simple dim shirt, with Carla's clitoris leash in one bridge player.

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

Carla nodded, tilting her heading up for a kiss. Saint John the Apostle gave it to her sweetly.

"Should I get dressed ?"she asked.

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

"Maybe just a blouse. We have to stimulate some decency at least,"he joked. Carla went to get one of the many blouses from her closet. Semi-translucent push button up blouses and knee duration wench were the basic of a subservient wife's closet. They were long enough to keep on the wearer warm and protect them from the elements, but could also be easily removed to accession the wearer's body.

Going defenseless wasn't a question of salacity or decency, but whether the husband was properly looking after his wife's health. After all, it wouldn't do if a girl fell sick due to being naked outside.

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

She returned shortly with a pink long sleeved shirt with a matching pinko choker. The synopsis of her tit support shoulder strap could be seen clearly through the textile, making it absolutely realize that she was not wearing a bra, and had her battle rings in her mamilla. The shirt was long enough to reach her thighs, but still made it observable that she wore no underwear.

"perfect !"John murmured, pulling her close for another kiss. His wife was incredibly hot and submissive. Saint John the Apostle clipped the leash onto her marriage ceremony clit pack and held it loosely in his deal. The system of weights of the leather strap tugged on her punctured glans, making her pant. No matter how many times they went out like this, she always reacted as if it was the beginning. The special ointment that was supposed to keep on her privates medium worked perfectly.

Anyone who looked would immediately notice that the threesome in can's hand was connected to Carla between her pegleg, and would instantly be intimate that she was being led by the button. Combine that with the tag on the doggie catch that said"Carla"in all caps, it was a large blaring signal that Carla was a puppy wife.

John swung the leash a trivial, enjoying the way Carla closed her eyes and whimpered. She trusted him completely with her clit, the most sensible role of her trunk. It was a thought that filled him with vivid joy and pride, that such a hot and gorgeous youthful womanhood would choose to commit her sexual pleasure and agony into his care.

Her juices were flowing again, making the interior of her thighs glisten.

"Come along,"John said with a smile, 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 room access and then followed him closely down the driveway. There was a breeze and Carla was glad for her shirt. The wind tossed her shoulder length black hair around as they walked.

John the Divine paused in battlefront of their neighbour's doorway to help her rearrange her fuzz, then rung the doorbell.

There was a muffled"Oh my !"from inside the sign of the zodiac, the scrape of piece of furniture, and then the room access opened.

Standing there was the very petite blonde girl that Carla and John saw earlier. She was wearing a silver pap mountain range on her troth pap rings, and a pretty teardrop pendent on her clit ring. Carla felt her affection skip a beat when she saw that the girl was also wearing a catch that read"EMMA ”. Could it be ? She was so lucky to induce met a neighbour that also happened to be a pup married woman ?

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

"lamb, the neighbours are here !"

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

"Hello ! I'm John, this is Carla,"lav introduced himself and his married woman, holding out his hand.

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

bathroom shook his script and then stood aside, pulling lightly on Carla's clit trey. Carla bit her lip, holding back a pant, and then stepped forward. Both Emma and Sir Walter Scott were looking at the leash and where it was connected to her under her shirt. trick 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 bar platter. Emma pressed her paw to her mammilla in surprise, but then took the cake anyway.

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

On the bulwark in plain position, was a water station with a cock nozzle attachment. Carla made a sound of interest.

"Where are my manner, oh do fare in !"Scott said, stepping aside.

"What a lovely place !"whoremonger commented"It's so nice to finally meet you ! We were so curious to see who would travel in, after seeing so a good deal oeuvre being done on this place."



Scott laughed, holding the door opened. St. John the Apostle walked in, Carla trotting behind him.

"Please delight, do take a rear !"Scott gestured to the living room. He gave Carla a small knowing smile"Or a doggie shock, if you like."

Carla had long since gotten used to the humiliation and joy of being a pup bitch wife in public. She blushed and looked to John for guidance. He nodded to her, unclipped her leash, and hung it up on the lure in the doorway. Carla slowly walked over to the living room country. There were a few cushions on the floor, in the bod of paw print, or bone. There was a soft blue one that had Emma's name embroidered on it. It stood out from the rest because there were two dildos rising from the core of it.

Carla felt arousal curl in her bitch again. She had one almost exactly like it at home. Evidently, their new neighbor were into a lot of the Lapplander matter. How rosy ! It would take in been hard if Emma and Scott were conservativist prude who thought sexual submission should only be kept to the chamber and that no other rick were allowed.

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

"That's the FluidDispenserPrime. Those are pretty new on the market,"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 of the Cross for puppies, but it has got sensors in the nozzle that only dispenses when oral is performed on it."

John threw Carla a wake flavour and she knew immediately that he wanted to see her use one. Right now, she drank normally, out of a bowl, and this would only abase her farther, enforcing her role as a cunt wife, a pup slut.

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

Carla swallowed heavily. She looked at John the Divine, who nodded once.

"Go ahead,"his vox was jumpy with arousal already"If the other pup is willing to portion, when why not ?"

Carla dropped to her knees and crawled over to the station. The penis attachment was large, but null Carla wasn't used to blowing.

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

The putz adhesion felt like a real number cock on her tongue. Carla could feel John's heart on her as she gently sucked the tip. She was blowing a fudge cock in front of her husband and her new neighbours. No, not just that, she was blowing the pseud cock that her new neighbor would be blowing regularly, right in battlefront of her husband and her new neighbours. blond young Emma would kneel like Carla was kneeling, and nurse this precise Sami cock.

Carla sunk deeper onto the cock, swirling the tongue around the mind, opening her throat to consider it all the way to the foundation.

She heard a surprise gasp from Emma and a groan from both men. The machine hummed and then water filled Carla's mouth. It tasted faintly of silicone polymer and plastic, but that was to be expected from a brand new motorcar. Water came out in spurts. Every time Carla deepthroated it, it would dispense more water. It was definitely a effective alternative for training a wife to deepthroat and pass oral.

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

She would definitely love to have this in their house.

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

Carla turned to look at him. The look in his eyes let her have sex that she would be taken hard and degenerate tonight.

"I'll give you the website,"Winfield Scott promised, taking out his phone.

Carla looked at Emma, who was flushed pink 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 feet. She was taller than Emma, who was so bantam that the mere thought of seeing Scott manhandle her sent a bolt of lust to Carla's nether region.

"I'm so glad to meet another puppy wife,"Emma said with fill-in, she took Carla by the hand and led her to the living way.

Emma didn't go to her dildo cushion. Instead, she tugged Carla over to the sofa 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 early pups in breeding at the academy. Or in the urban center when I went with my mother."Emma said, pulling her long fuzz into a ponytail.

"You'll be beaming to cognise there's a puppy park in the city, and a few gambling centres too."Carla clasped Emma's hand in hers"Or we can go on each other company !"she said excitedly.



Emma gave Carla a shy smile and nodded.

"face at our little bitches, they're admirer already !"John said, sounding amused. Carla turned around, embarrassed by how tidal bore she was to make friends.

"diaphragm it, Saint John, you know I get lonely at dwelling,"she pouted. John grinned at her, coming over to osculate her forehead.

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

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

Her juices started to drip from her snatch immediately. Her asshole was going to get a drilling and she was looking forward to it !

"What's The Daschund."Scott asked, a peculiar look on his face.

"It's a display restaurant."

Scott perked up immediately.

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

Public displays of submission were acceptable most of the fourth dimension, but not in dining compartment or eateries. Women sucking their men off under the table, groaning, moaning, the scent of sex, it was distracting. Display eating place however, were intended to expose the kinks and submission of the wives who went there. Judging from Emma's expression, she had never been to one, or perhaps she didn't even know what it was.

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

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

"Alright then, we better get back, let you settle in properly,"John said, clapping George C. Scott on the back again. They shared a commiserating look, then John walked over to the threshold. Carla got up immediately and went over to him, allowing him to clip the leash back onto her button ring.

She gave Emma a well-chosen wave as her married man led her out of the menage and back to their own house .