The next day the butcher arrived to collect his meat hebought.He puts the carcasses in to his van and drove back to hisshop round the back to unload a...ll the carcasses in his cold storage area but takes one to the front of the shop to work on.Before starting the butcher shaved off Sophie's ginger pubic hair by sliding his fingers in her pussy making sure every hair is removed with a razor and under her arms on her pale delicate skin before chopping her up with a meat cleaver to display neat cuts. Let people know you're there.). In the stall nearest me, a man starts breathing in explosive puffs and I can see his feet shifting around (Unwritten Rule #2: If you want attention, do something to get it.). The guy in the stall has my attention, so I drift over to the stall door, and peer in. The man sitting on the toilet is hunched over, his hand obviously very busy between his legs. He is wearing a pin-striped blue work shirt. If the name patch embroidered to his shirt is to be believed,. "Thank you, I think I will." And stepping forward, you quickly attach the leash to my collar.Closing my eyes, I can't believe I'd just given you permission to collar me. I felt like a heal. A fool. "Open your eyes, pet. Look at me." I want to shake my head no, but I am not a fool. I'd given you permission, I had to go with it.When my eyes come level with yours, you reach out and gently touch my cheek. "Good, girl." Odd... I almost felt proud hearing you say that. "Now, let's finish our. " Have you ever done that, Rosie?" asked Molly, shyly. "My mother says itcan be a laugh." "Never have, never will" replied Rosie. "and look at thetrouble it got your mother into!" Well I thought it was very disappointing," chimed in Maria. "So icky. Iprefer being kissed. And girls are so much better at that than boys." Sheshot a knowing glance at Molly, who flushed bright red and tossed herfiery ringlets in a mix of embarrassment and pride."I killed the last male who did that to me," spat.