I felt her move her hips backwards into my face as I located her sphincter and slid my tongue around the thong string and worked on her arse hole and ...automatically tried to enter her arse with my tongue. I heard a moan coming from Mistress as I explored the hole. I continued, feeling my nose rubbing against the cheek clefts and started to rhythmically move my body as I worked on licking out her arse.“He seems to be enjoying that” I heard young Lisa say, and knew she was watching as my cock was. During the day, I didn’t handle Bitch any different than usual. I fed and walked the dogs in the morning. The walk was a short one because it was easy to see Bitch had trouble keeping up. I bathed Rex but not Bitch because I didn’t want to disturb the scabs that had built on her wounds. While walking them after lunch, she did get around better and so I took a longer route. I also threw the ball for her to fetch a few times, which she obediently did, even if it was slower than usual. During that. That was me. I tried to stay out of the way, invisible and thus avoid being a target of bullies or my mom’s tricks. Normally it worked. Sometimes I got cornered. One such occasion was after I graduated from school and took a job at a local music store. The owners liked me, I worked hard and could answer most questions about records, sheet music, instruments and they even had me play piano when things were slow. I didn’t make much money but it was enough for me to start a small savings account. UNH!”“That’s NOT going down, is it?” More a declarative statement than a genuine question. And made after she was breathing again. “Zo. You could give lessons to the Girls Club.“Sir Ceiling?”“Ma’am?”“Is there restorative left?” Ellen asked, “Ah ... there is.”Several glugs and swallows later, she said, “Is any one hungry?”“Japanese stir-fry and sushi, please,” I said.“Tempura?” Ceiling asked.“Sure ... why not.”Dinner was as glorious as any we had had in Tokyo, Osaka or Sasebo over the past three.