A coffee – or a roll. XXNX It wasn’t cold but my nipples were nearly as hard as the stone I was kneeling on. I had agreed. “You will meet your owner tomorrow. No clothes, keep shaved, take care of your body. I have a,” he paused, “ delicate but interesting offer.”
Dumbfounded I just nodded. “You’ll have to practise that. He usually gave me a free coffee and sometimes even food that had turned out too bad to sell. “Mount.” His voice was quiet, authoritative and instantly I felt the dog jumping me. The finger that had been gently probing inside me withdrew. I had agreed. God, I needed a coffee. Only as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw the pedestal in the middle of the room. Sounds reached my ears again children’s laughter, birdsong. “Good morning,” I replied and looked at him.
