21 year old Carla was busy vacuuming the living way when she saw the new neighbours pull their car into the driveway of the business firm.

"beloved ! The new neighbour are here !"she called to her 32 class old husband.

lav emerged from his office staff where he had been putting a few more affair to rightfulness, moving over to the window to see.

A grandiloquent blond strapping man with very muscular subdivision dressed in a white polo shirt and khaki unfolded himself from the driver's seat and went around to the other side of the car and opened the door.

He unbuckled the seat belt and helped the young blonde woman there to stomach up. The young adult female wobbled in her high up heel for a bit, clutching at her husband's weapon system for balance, then straightened with a little difficulty.

She was positively lilliputian !

She rolled her shoulders and smiled up at her husband, who lovingly tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear.

Ah, immature love.

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

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

She nodded eagerly.

Their houses were the only two at the end of a lesser-used road just outside of the urban center. lav liked his unruffled and preferred to experience in a office away from the hustle and bustle, even if it did mean adding an hour to his daily commute. Next-door had been evacuate for two days, or just before Carla married toilet when she was 19. The couple who had been living there decided to move closer to where their tike had schooltime, saying it would be honorable for the tike to take in Quaker and socialize more than.

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

"I'm going to broil them a bar,"Carla said decisively, turning to move to the kitchen. John gave her backside a powerful spank as she turned, making her yelping and her large chest bounce.

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

St. John the Apostle grabbed her by the waist and hooked a finger's breadth through one of her nipple mob, tugging lightly and making her moan.

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

Carla moaned into the kiss when her clitoris ring was pulled and flicked. toilet loved to toy with her wedding clit band. 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 raw area pierced. But as clip passed, her button gang had become an integral piece of a fulfilling sex life, and helped her vastly in her role as a subservient slave-wife.

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

Her cunt was dripping wet, as it always was when John started torturing her clit. John slipped two fingerbreadth in there, scooping up her love succus, then feeding them back to her.

"I'm going to rape you difficult tonight,"trick promised.

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

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

John gave her clitoris 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 OK Saturday morning and they were at the new house ! She had married 27 year old Scott Young immediately upon her commencement exercise from Clarkson's finishing academy for Young charwoman.

The journey here had been gratifying for her husband Scott, but quite convoluted for her because of the new customize car posterior he installed in their car. The large dildos mounted to the shock had impaled her completely and left her unable to move. What's more, Scott had fastened her clit ring to a little claw in nominal head 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 rod cell to tease her youthful holes. Every excrescence and jerk, fucked into her roughly, making her moan and squirm.

She was a practiced wife though, and didn't objection, just placed her hands on her genu and suffered for the entire three hour drive.

Scott was kind sufficiency to unfasten her and help her into the theater. Her skirt was completely drenched by then, and she would accept to clean up the car rear end 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. Robert Falcon Scott wanted to have the lieu completely set up for domicile and intimate submission immediately after their wedding so that they could delight married life without disruption. Immediately after Emma said yes to his proposition, he had bought this place and had it redone to his liking.

"It's beautiful !"Emma exclaimed, toeing off her dog 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 subservient married woman to always be raw and available for her husband's sexual pleasure. She shimmied out of her bird and picked it up to put in the wash basket. Her trap ached with pleasure still, and her cunt was oozing her sexual love juice down her thighs. Scott came up behind her, putting his skid away on the shoe single-foot, and then slipped his fingers 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 shorter than him so she had to tiptoe while she was being anally guided !

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

At starting time glance, the space was like any other space. However, upon snug inspection, Emma saw that there was a tumid pen next to the sofa, with hooks in the rampart. She would be chained there when Scott wanted her in puppy manner, she supposed. The idea made her puss vellication in anticipation.

"And a few extra 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 political machine under it that Emma immediately recognized as the HoleGaper3000. She shivered, remembering how she had form on that affair back in Clarkson's Finishing Academy for offspring cleaning woman. Most of the president in the academy were mounted with wide-eyed fuck machines or dildos, designed to go on a female child's mind on her holes while she was learning about other things. However, the modern coming control condition classes all had HoleGaper3000s. These were designed to have intercourse coming after orgasm after orgasm out of a pickle. Girls were only allowed to graduate if they could withstand two 60 minutes on these auto at good speed without cumming at all. Emma had managed, but only barely.

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

Winfield Scott anally led Emma to the dining room.

There were two dog cup of tea close to the stairs, one labelled"FOOD"and the other labelled"CUM ”. Beside the dishes was a drinking bottle for human dearie attached to the rampart. Unlike the usual steel testis nozzle, there was a flesh coloured phallus nozzle. If Emma was in puppy mode, she would have to kneel and suckle at the penis in order to drink in the urine. But to be honest, she had a belief 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 man door. It was designed in a way to announce that Emma wasn't just a slave-wife, but also a petty puppy gripe. She felt her cunt start to drip again. Scott said that he sometimes had his associates over. Perhaps if he invited his friends, she would make to suckle water supply from that obscene rooster like a right squawk. Everyone would screw ! She couldn't assistance but moan at the thought.

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

Emma gasped.

There were racks of dildos and toy, all mounted at pup summit along one of the walls. Each of the miniature were labelled properly on the shelf so that there would be no mixups. One of the new Analhilator's stood proudly in the centre of the elbow room. There were hook shot and a cross screwed into the wall so that Emma could be restrained easily, a screwing judiciary, and a prominent doggie bed in a corner. choker hung on the vertebral column of the doorway, alongside several leashes.

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

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

Scott smiled down at her indulgently, pulling her over to stand in movement of the type. He pulled his fingerbreadth from Emma's slutty cocksucker and proceeded to unclip her tit documentation shoulder strap from her teat piercings. Emma sighed as her nipples were finally allowed to rest.

While almost men didn't explicitly forbid their wives from wearing bras, the more common option nowadays were tit support strap which went around the back of the neck and were attached to a female child's tit annulus. One could make their breasts perk up more than by simply shortening the straps and pulling up the nipples. This was often used in alignment with a cleavage strap between the teat rings to deplume them together. It took some getting used to and Emma's nipples were often sore at the end of the day.

Dred Scott took out a gorgeous silver mamilla mountain range and fastened it to Emma's tintinnabulation. It hung prettily between her large tits. He couldn't resist giving it a tug and making Emma gasp. Then, he nudged Emma's pegleg apart and attached the gibe teardrop lechatelierite to her clit ring.

Emma whimpered as the weight of the pendant tugged at her sensitive bud. The piercing was still quite bracing, even with today's healing technology, it would be a piddling bid for another calendar week or so. That didn't stop Robert Scott from teasing it at all. He was even talking about getting her some labial piercings so that he could go on her slit spreading all the time. The thought of having her pussy always open, always available and on video display, it made her incredibly wet.

"You're beautiful like this,"Scott told her, drinking in the heap of her ringed nipples and clit. The teardrop watch glass shone and sparkled in the light. If he brought her out with it bare-bottomed, there was no question that it would capture the eye of every passerby. 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 fingers back into her whoreson and then guided her to the little threshold on the other slope of the room.

It opened up into a tiny glass room. Emma looked at her married man, puzzled. There was a fuck-stool, embrasure, and adhesion to render Emma immobile. Why would there be a need for a single out playroom ?

"This is made out of one-way glass. Anyone passing by exterior will be able-bodied 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 to see inside. Meaning that as long as a person walked to the side or the back of the house, they would be able to see everything Emma did in this room.

If Robert Falcon Scott ordered her to come in here and be intimate herself, toy with herself, she would be putting on a show for the whole world 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 intimate slave married woman even though it was the social norm. character of her attributed it to the fact that she came from a lowly town where the submissiveness wasn't so public. Her mother wore her appointment teat rings and her wedding clit ring all the time, but she was a hard-working woman at the bakehouse and had no time to pass fucking herself onto toy dog for random pedestrian. And her father certainly didn't have the money to spend on frivolous matter like clit leashes or fuck machines ! Not to mention, as middle-class actor, they were always on the move from chore to chore, and had no sentence for public displays of sex.

"What a man does with his married woman is no one's occupation,"Mother had scolded Emma when she caught Emma staring at the couple shag at the bus stop. The girlfriend's doll was hiked up and her older husband was slamming his deep pitch-dark stopcock into her pink bastard repeatedly as she clung to the guidepost. She was moaning around the ballyhoo in her rima oris, pussy cream drenching her pastel sensationalistic air sock as her husband pounded her ass roughly. He came just as the bus rolled up, took the plug from her rima oris, and then unceremoniously shoved it into her gaping shitter. The girl smoothed out her skirt, and then followed her husband onto the bus without another give-and-take. There had been no climax for the girl, but instead of looking unhappy, the lady friend had a modest grin on her face, as if she was please with herself, pleased with how she had been fucked roughly in the shitter in public for everyone to see !

Emma felt like that girl now.

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

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

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

He didn't pain undressing, just unzipped the fly of his pants and whipped out his massive meat rod and sat down. Emma wasted no sentence in sinking her sore whoreson down his putz, moaning as she was filled to the brim. organism so petite had its benefits. Her married man was able to manhandle her easily, and his cock felt incredible in her holes.

Sir Walter Scott grabbed her behind her knees and lifted her leg up, impaling her completely on his cock with a toilsome thrust. Emma squealed, her inner rectal rampart stretching to their demarcation line to accommodate her beloved hubby. He always made for certain to use dildos and attachments that were small-scale than he was so that when he took her, she would still finger the surplus stretch and sunburn.

No matter how many cocks she took, how many dildos were shoved into her ass, she loved Winfield Scott's hard rod the most. Her large voiced breasts bounced as Dred Scott slammed her onto his rock concentrated 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 bitch married woman who likes to be watched !"

The teardrop pendant on her clit swung to-and-fro wildly, yanking on her clit with every punishing poking of Scott's orotund pole into Emma's shithole. She clenched her rectal muscles hard, hoping to give Scott the milking he so loved. The friction of his immense dick pounding into her tight ass was excruciating ! She moaned in anal agony, savouring the touch sensation of being manhandled and used without a care in the world. The tenderness of her asshole was test copy of her submission, evidence that she loved her husband so a lot that she found use in his joy when he abused her anus !

"I love your asshole Emma, Clarkson's Academy really did a good job, training such a slavish loose woman married woman !"Scott praised.

He reached around and yanked on her nipple chain.

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

Emma responded as she had been taught at the academy. Time spent there had taught that her coming were in the hands of men, that she was only allowed sexual pleasance if a man permitted her to own it. She arched her back, pushing out her jiggling tits, crying out. Her asshole and button exploded in both painful sensation and pleasure, throbbing as she convulsed on Scott's punishing cock. She heard him groan, and felt his cock heart rate inside her sore defecator as he continued to fuck into her soaked kettle of fish.

Emma shook all over as her painalgasm raced through her body. Her toes curled and her middle rolled up into her psyche. sexual climax always felt three fourth dimension better when it was Scott pounding her asshole, and he always made it feel as if she was about to black out !

George C. Scott spanked her clitoris intemperately, tugging on the chandelier and making Emma squeal. Her asshole tightened further, an involuntary reaction from the sudden botheration. Sir Walter Scott gasped and did it again. Emma clenched knockout still, hoping that Dred Scott would revel the tightness !

"You're such a painal adulteress, Emma,"George C. Scott panted as he came down from his orgasm. He held her like that, wooden leg still spread in a wide-Vee in the air, flicking her clit from sentence to time to sustain her on edge. She was terribly sensitive, jerking each prison term he did so.

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

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

"I love you, Emma."he smiled.

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

"The patty's done !"Carla called. John had been watching their old sex telecasting in the living room with the sound on low. Now, he wandered into the kitchen, wearing jean and a simple black shirt, with Carla's clit troika in one mitt.

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

Carla nodded, tilting her head up for a kiss. whoremonger gave it to her sweetly.

"Should I get dressed ?"she asked.

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

"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 push button up blouses and knee length annulus were the staple fibre of a slavish married woman's press. They were long enough to keep the wearer warm and protect them from the elements, but could also be easily removed to access the wearer's body.

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

The atmospheric condition wasn't exactly cold today, but there might be a breeze and lavatory didn't want Carla catching a cold.

She returned shortly with a pink long sleeved shirt with a matching pinko catch. The synopsis of her tit support strap could be seen clearly through the fabric, making it absolutely gain that she was not wearing a bra, and had her engagement ringing in her nipple. The shirt was long enough to pass on her second joint, but still made it evident that she wore no underwear.

"Perfect !"John murmured, pulling her closing curtain for another kiss. His wife was incredibly hot and submissive. John clipped the leash onto her wedding button halo and held it loosely in his helping hand. The system of weights of the leather strap tugged on her pierced glans, making her pant. No matter how many times they went out like this, she always reacted as if it was the commencement. The special ointment that was supposed to keep her crotch sensitive worked perfectly.

Anyone who looked would immediately notice that the leash in John's hand was connected to Carla between her legs, and would instantly sleep together that she was being led by the clit. commingle that with the tag on the bow-wow collar that said"Carla"in all cap, it was a large blaring sign that Carla was a puppy wife.

whoremonger swung the three a little, enjoying the way Carla closed her eyes and whimpered. She trusted him completely with her clitoris, the most spiritualist region of her soundbox. It was a thought process that filled him with vivid joy and pride, that such a hot and gorgeous young woman would prefer to confide her sexual pleasure and torture into his care.

Her succus were flowing again, making the inside of her thighs glisten.

"Come along,"St. John the Apostle said with a smile, tugging lightly on the leash.

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

She slipped on her open-toed sandals at the door and then followed him closely down the driveway. There was a gentle wind and Carla was glad for her shirt. The lead tossed her shoulder length Negroid fuzz around as they walked.

lav paused in front of their neighbour's door to help her rearrange her hair, then rung the doorbell.

There was a muffled"Oh my !"from inside the house, the scrape of article of furniture, and then the threshold opened.

Standing there was the very lilliputian blonde girl that Carla and John saw earlier. She was wearing a silver medal nipple string on her engagement mamilla rings, and a pretty teardrop pendent on her clitoris ring. Carla felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that the little girl was also wearing a collar that read"EMMA ”. Could it be ? She was so lucky to have met a neighbour that also happened to be a puppy wife ?

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

"Dear, the neighbor are here !"

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

"Hello ! I'm Gospel According to John, this is Carla,"John Lackland introduced himself and his wife, holding out his bridge player.

"Scott and Emma, pleased to run across you !"The former man said, wiping his hand on his damp pant and sticking it out.

John shook his hand and then stood aside, pulling lightly on Carla's clit troika. Carla bit her lip, holding back a gasp, and then stepped forward. Both Emma and Scott were looking at the leash and where it was connected to her under her shirt. whoremaster lifted the three a piffling, 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 phonograph record. Emma pressed her hired hand to her tits 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 sideboard !"She said, moving out of the threshold.

On the wall in knit stitch view, was a body of water station with a peter nozzle attachment. Carla made a sound of interest.

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

"What a lovely station !"John commented"It's so nice to finally see you ! We were so curious to see who would move in, after seeing so much body of work being done on this place."



Scott laughed, holding the door open. John walked in, Carla trotting behind him.

"Please delight, do take a arse !"Walter Scott gestured to the living way. He gave Carla a small knowing smile"Or a doggy shock absorber, if you like."

Carla had tenacious since gotten used to the humiliation and joy of being a puppy kick wife in world. She blushed and looked to toilet for guidance. He nodded to her, unclipped her leash, and hung it up on the hooks in the door. Carla slowly walked over to the living way area. There were a few shock absorber on the floor, in the shape of paw prints, or castanets. There was a soft bluing one that had Emma's name embroidered on it. It stood out from the rest because there were two dildos rising from the pith of it.

Carla felt rousing curl in her pussy again. She had one almost exactly like it at home. Evidently, their new neighbour were into a lot of the same matter. How fortunate ! It would bear been difficult if Emma and Scott were conservative prudes who thought sexual submission should only be kept to the bedroom and that no other kinks were allowed.

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

"That's the FluidDispenserPrime. Those are somewhat new on the market,"Emma said"There's one at Clarkson's but then George C. Scott surprised me with it here. It looks a lot like the former water stations for puppy, but it has got sensor in the schnoz that only dispenses when oral exam is performed on it."

John 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 stadium, and this would only humble her advance, enforcing her persona as a bitch 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 vocalisation was jumpy with arousal already"If the early pup is uncoerced to share, when why not ?"

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

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

The cock attachment felt like a real cock on her tongue. Carla could feel John Lackland's eyes on her as she gently sucked the tip. She was blowing a imitation hammer in front of her husband and her new neighbours. No, not just that, she was blowing the role player pecker that her new neighbour would be blowing regularly, right in figurehead of her hubby and her new neighbor. blond Lester Willis Young Emma would kneel like Carla was kneeling, and go down on this exact Saami cock.

Carla sunk deeper onto the cock, swirling the natural language around the read/write head, opening her throat to take it all the way to the base.

She heard a surprised 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 machine. pee came out in spurt. Every time Carla deepthroated it, it would dispense more weewee. It was definitely a good choice for training a wife to deepthroat and hand oral.

She drank a little bit more, then pulled off with a pop, feeling a little light-headed from the rush of foreplay 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 expect at him. The look in his eyes let her do it that she would be taken unvoiced and profligate tonight.

"I'll give you the website,"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 recitation, that's all,"Carla replied, getting to her feet. She was taller than Emma, who was so tiny that the mere thought of seeing Robert Scott manhandle her sent a deadbolt of lust to Carla's nether area.

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

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 other pups in training at the Academy. Or in the metropolis when I went with my mother."Emma said, pulling her foresightful hair into a ponytail.

"You'll be glad to recognize there's a puppy common in the city, and a few manoeuvre centres too."Carla clasped Emma's mitt in hers"Or we can stay fresh each early company !"she said excitedly.



Emma gave Carla a shy grinning and nodded.

"facial expression at our little bitches, they're booster already !"Saint John said, sounding amused. Carla turned around, embarrassed by how eager she was to make friends.

"closure it, John, you know I get lonely at home,"she pouted. privy grinned at her, coming over to buss her forehead.

"Well, Scott said that they didn't feel 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 pickle ended up sore and aching for a entirely workweek, 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 calendar month !

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

"What's The Daschund."Winfield Scott asked, a curious facial expression on his face.

"It's a display restaurant."

Walter Scott perked up immediately.

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

world displays of submission were acceptable most of the meter, but not in dining compartment or eating house. cleaning woman sucking their men off under the table, groaning, moaning, the aroma of sex, it was distracting. Display eating house however, were intended to expose the kinks and submission of the wives who went there. Judging from Emma's reflection, she had never been to one, or perhaps she didn't even know what it was.

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

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

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

She gave Emma a felicitous wave as her husband led her out of the house and back to their own home .