And we wouldn't have it any other way, Renee Simmons thought to herself.Renee was wearing a maroon halter dress, a chain across the back required to ...keep her pendulous boobs from busting loose. Anywhere else, the plunge of her cleavage would be considered excessive; here, she could get away with calling it "dramatic."Her companions consisted of 10 fellow employees from the only female-run Hooters in California (thanks to Michael's tinkering). One of their own, Kalee Carter, was being honored. When it was about 20 yards away its nose went up in the air and it started walking towards me. When it got quite close I tried to shoo it away, but it ignored me.That damn dog went straight to my exposed pussy and started sniffing it. I had a sudden flash-back of the time in the park near home when another dog started sniffing at my pussy and I was rescued by an old man.I looked round to see if I could see anyone, but couldn’t. I tried shooing it away again, but it wasn’t interested in. "I've had a fantasy," she giggled, hunched-up against the pillows that night – presumably having stacked up all my presents under the tree – I hadn't checked yet."Yeah?" I replied, "You want to see me wash-up, dressed like Lady Gaga?" Interesting thought," she said, "But no, I, er ... I want you to tie me up!I looked at her for a moment. She didn't appear to be under the influence of any illegal substance. This was a new route entirely she was contemplating. "C'mon," I muttered, "I left my rope. This party in particular pleased her so much because of the amount of new faces she could see from her position in the top of the marble stairway that led to the second floor of the house, yes, there were the regulars? like the sister that had her ?training facility? to get good sluts, or the ?polished noblewoman that swears like sailor?, yet there were a lot of new faces? ebony Goddesses whom had white sluts either licking their feet or just laying next to them as they chatted, the usual.