Exhausting, I say!The drugstore did have its' moments but, being a Sissy, it was not quiteas bad as I thought it would be. Finding Judy was a big help.... With herhelp, even the older women begrudgingly came to a slight acceptance ofthe Sissy prancing among them. Hell, no skin off their teeth. Theyalready were genuine women, they belonged to the club. They could affordto let the Sissy do its' thing. Obviously the Sissy wanted to behumiliated. We can do that. They were quite helpful. But they. ”So if I offered you the chance to have sex with a dog. Right now ... What would you say?She purses her thick lips and looks around, then flashes that white smile at me again. “If it’s a big dog, I’d say yes.” And that semi-nervous, semi-excited giggle again.Cut to the street outside ... Walking toward us in slow motion – it’s that little fat Cockney guy, Dennis and his scary black Doberman Casanova.Dennis is fat and smiling; Casanova is sleek and snarling. The near perfect example of meanness. .. But that would attract theothers and serious censure from them could force her to end her ties to'her' mortal pets. Vexed the Goddess considered the problem, she knew shehad to balance that flaw and correct the flavour of their relationship ifshe was to feast on the banquet of emotion they would provide when herpet's eventually ripend for their final union.The one named David, although physical equipped with manhood, did notdisplay the behaviour characteristics that the Goddess's prior. 'Ok mate' I said, 'I'll meet you outside at 8pm. That evening, Julie left the house at 6pm as usual, excited. At 7;30pm I left to go meet up with stuart in town. I spotted him while walking down the road towards the bar. We walked up to the door together, the bouncers gave us the once over, and let us in. The bar was tastefully decorated, not as cheap looking as some lapdancing bars i had visited in the past. We made our way over to the bar to order some drinks. As we waited we looked out over.