That was the final straw, if she really was beckoning him down then there was somewhere better for his hard cock, if she wasn't, all she could do real...ly was send him home, or scream or something, but she did look to be beckoning him. He quickly changed into a T-shirt and shorts, and bolted down stairs to his backyard. The moment of truth, "Hey Elise," he called over the fence."Hi Alan, do you want to come and join me by the pool?" It was true, she had been beckoning him."I'll be right over," he. She didn’t remember the pain from her back tattoo. She had been too drunk at the time. It did hurt the next day though.Brenda clicked on images of different paws. “What breed?”“Great Dane.”“Oh, a big girl.” Brenda selected the largest image and started the print.“Boy…um…he’s a boy.” Tomiko exhaled. Brenda looked over to her, “Don’t be nervous. It will be fine.” She grabbed the thin paper from the printer, got some of her equipment ready before putting on her gloves. “Okay, point of no return.. I explained to her that there were Dominants out there that didn’t have the ability or desire to punish their submissive partners for serious infractions. That’s where I came into the equation. ?They send them to me and I perform the discipline that is wanted. In P’s case, she is what is called a pain slut, meaning that she craves harsh beatings. Her mistress is in love with her and can’t bear to treat her like she desires to be, so she sends her to me. She is good for about a month and gets. They were totally in love and spent all their time together. A few years ago the wife asked for some renovations and pretty soon the majority of the house had changed. The biggest changes were in the master bedroom/bathroom.Landscapers and a pool cleaner came twice weekly. The alarm system worked and the cars in the garage were mine to use under the condition I carried my own insurance on them. What a joke! A Porsche to drive and a hot tub/pool? The kitchen looked like it was out of a.