We did different stuff: for instance, one boy would lay on his stomach and the other would sit on top, right on his butt, and just play around, like m...aybe you would press your dick and balls against it or bounce your hard-on up and down on his butt, which I liked to do. A couple of boys, including me, liked to rub our dick and balls along the other boys ass-crack, kinda pull his cheeks apart a little and lay my dick in there, length-wise, balls too, and sorta just move around. None of us had. I hastened to follow. After all I had learned well, that a slave follows her Owner and every time he has to pull on the leash will result in a serious punishment. I had some trouble following his big strides with my high heels, the only piece of clothing I was allowed to wear. When we reached his station wagon he opened the back door and the door to the dog-cage. I crawled in and he locked the cage behind me. When he drove through town I still winced at every casual view that was cast into the. Sisters. “But I believe these ladies would prefer better company.”“Thanks,” said the older one.“You’re the desperate one,” said the younger.“They were cute until they weren’t,” the older woman shrugged.“You can definitely do better,” Ginger chuckled. “What’s your names?”“Betty.”“Mandy.”They looked to be on either side of twenty. Both dressed to emphasize their curves, which were significant. Betty, the older sister, had a little extra weight to her, which was also emphasized, but it wasn’t too. It belonged to a bloke who bought it thinking he could use kidology on the locals and tell them that he could reopen it if they supported his planning application to divide off one cottage and extend to form another with the pub in the middle. He even set up a website advertising for a Michelin starred chef. I ask you, who did he think he was kidding? Now, he was short of money and I thought the right offer would buy it.Problem for him, and any developer, was that it had to remain as a pub, and.