” he replied.“I’m not sure you do. See, this is a dog collar. For dogs. I’m a *human*.” She explained in an annoyed tone.“It may seem stra...nge, but there is a reason I want you to wear this collar. Lowering your status to that of a dog will help to align your mental and physical states. Nothing works better than a physical object, a gentle mental reminder of your place.” he explained. Amy’s expression faltered, going from annoyance to pleading. The idea of wearing what was obviously a dog collar. Why not, he thought, she’s gorgeous, and if he had been blessed with good looks, then he would be playing the field too.He was getting really turned on at the thought of her double life. A prim and proper bank teller on weekdays, a total slut, at the weekend. He stared at his hand, and thought about where it had been minutes ago. He had felt her bare backside, and touched the fabric of her thong. His hard-on was back with a vengeance. He drove quickly back to his one-bedroom flat near the. “Joe, let’s go to the back, and show Jerry where the new RV park is being built.”“I was over there yesterday, Murphy, and you won’t believe what they’ve already done. They will be through with the roads and parking spots, in a week. The site boss told me that they would put all the wires underground for electrical and phones as well as cable for TV and internet, off the county road up on the front side.”“When will they lay those underground cables, did they say?”“Kurt said they would start on. The work was given to a contractor called Vijay Bhosle. He was a dark and ugly man with typical rural charm and a huge mascular body.He stared at me whenever I was speaking with him and within 2 days I knew this guy would do just fine.I called him in my cabin at 8 pm to discuss the costing of the work. I was dressed in my trademark tight white shalwar and sleeveless kurta which was eqully tight. I purposely had chosen one without dupatta so that he could stare at my jugs all day and get.