“Hey old bastard! Porn Dog and Slave alike jerk at the sound, their tags jangling in time as the Slave tries once again feebly to cover up, her thighs trying to rub together as she writhes helplessly on the jagged grass, trying desperately to achieve climax even as she blushes deeply from the shame of being seen like this. Better come stop me!” There’s a chirp as he hangs up, then the phone drops by her head. And goes to voice mail. “Hey old bastard! He moans, remaining erect under her tender, expert ministrations, looking down at her fondly as she dutifully cleans her Master. Hey, it even has a collar…”
“No, please don’t!” she begs as he impudently takes her tag in his stubby little mitts, tugging roughly at her neck as he reads it aloud. But now I do not need to be compelled to serve; I do this freely.”
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