"What was your point of showing me that?" she asked worriedly."You mean besides torturing you?" I grinned. "Why, to answer my question of course. If y...ou enjoyed it. And Jenna, your eyes don't lie. You loved it."She was silent as her brain slowly accepted the information I had given her. Her face was white as she asked me the question I had been waiting for. "So... What happens now?" Well that's entirely up to you. Have you accepted the fact that you enjoy being eaten out by your dog?" I smirked. She disappeared for a few moments and came back with items that I had certainly not seen in the lingerie shop. These were slutty items that covered more than just me, and exposed areas that I definitely wanted covered at this stage. The assistant leaned closer to me and spoke loud enough to make sure that anyone in the surrounding change rooms would hear, “I smell a dirty cunt.” Sir smiled at my embarrassment. I let my head hang, too ashamed to look either her or Sir in the eye. Sir took a. And as you know, an idle mind is a devil’s workshop. And as we had got comfortable with each other, I got the confidence as well.Next day in the evening, when she called me for a walk, I told her that I was feeling feverish and couldn’t come and if she wishes, she can go for a walk.She asked me about my health in a worried manner and said, bye. After an hour or so, the bell rang and it was Kiara with some soup in her hand. I welcomed her and thanked her for the soup and got back in my roll.She. It turned out to be a good idea, because it turned out to be a phone and Internet junction box. There was rarely any reliable Internet for anyone for the elites, and for the masses, so much was censored and unavailable. Still, damaging landline connections would make calls for help almost impossible, even if the authorities unblocked phone access.The act of tearing off the cover that shielded the junction box and the subsequent physical destruction of the sensitive wires and switches had.