I felt myself getting excited. I was naked, on my knees in front of the computer. ?Yes Sir. I am ready? Shit. That was a mistake. ?I? S...ince when do you get to refer to yourself as I?? ?Sorry Sir. It won’t happen again? ?Goddamn right it won’t. beg to be punished for your mistake? ?Please Sir. Punish your slave for its indiscrections? ?And what kind of slave are you, boi?? ?your worthless faggot slave Sir? oh god, what was I saying? ?ha,. And recalling what happened at the pond earlier stuck his cold wet nose under her short mini and took a quick lick.Betty squealed in her delight. But she knew that they had to hide before going any further. At the doghouse, she looked inside and saw that there was a sleeping mat for Hotdog on the floor inside. She was glad of that, she'd hate to have sore knees.Getting on all fours she made her way inside with Hotdog close behind. She went in as far as she could and checked behind her. Hotdog. As co-host of the party I didn't really want to leave, but I couldn't see any way out of it so I made my way over to where my parents were holding court to make my excuses.They were talking to my Aunt Mary and when I explained why I had to leave Aunt Mary said she and Herb (her current boyfriend) were just getting ready to go and that they could drop Wendy off on their way. Normally I wouldn't have let Wendy go anywhere with Herb because I flat did not like him. The day Aunt Mary introduced us. “Ok; get out of here and back on the floor with the others,” he said matter-of-factly.Nadine didn’t know what outraged her more: the man cleaning his sex organ on her clothing; or the matter-of –fact way in which he spoke to her having just ravaged her. She straightened her skirt in a futile attempt at modesty. She could feel the man’s spend leaking from her and pooling in the crotch of her panties. She desperately wanted to wash herself. Her vagina was surprisingly only a little sore; but her.