”“I will? Why?”“You address me like that?”“Oh! Sorry, sir. Why will I be away, sir?”“You are going to travel to New Orleans.”“Oh w...ow! When sir?”“In two days, you will meet me at noon.” Gary went on, "I want you to meet me at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in New Orleans."“My husband does not leave until two-thirty, sir."“I don’t care!” Gary shouted, “You will meet me in New Orleans at noon!”“Okay sir. But why?”“You are going to meet someone.”“I am? Who, sir?”“It’s a surprise, but wear a short skirt. He’s the one who’s wigged out, not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done all the work on those spears and the bag and the clothes and everything completely alone. There had to be others helping him, real others and not just figments of his imagination.So either there’s a whole crew of whackos out there, in which case where the hell are the rest of them, or. I can’t wait to see what he does to me either!”Thomas releases Randall from his chain and the dog immediately rushes to Siobhan who wastes no time getting to know him - rubbing his flanks and belly, not hesitating to slip her hands under his belly to fondle his sheath ... And as she fondles him, she continues to talk to us. “He’s a solid little chap, isn’t it?” She gasps as she feels his muscles, then, “And I think he’s pretty solid all over, oooohhhh!” as she fondles his sheath, feeling the. Her logical mind was telling her to end the contact for that night, yet her freaky mind urged her to continue and to explore a little further. She unzipped his fly and slid her hand through the opening, and then over the waistband of his shorts. She took hold of his manhood and her hand, she was excited by its powerful pulsing energy, her hand could barely encircle its girth and her eyes widened in awe. Just then they are disturbed by the sound of approaching footsteps, she hurriedly withdrew.