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She tried to look around when she heard the dogs barking. There behind her were 8 German Shepard's all pulling at their leashes for Veronica. Veronica now feared she would be attached as the dogs were released. The first dog reached Veronica and began to sniff her well-used cunt and ass. Veronica tried to move her ass away from his nose, but found the cunt ring too securely anchored her. Veronica was resolved to this fate as she felt the dog crawl up her back and begin humping her until he found his mark in her cunt. Veronica screamed as the tightness on the dog's knot passed into her expanding her sore cunt to new widths. As Veronica screamed, she heard the crowd applauding and realized she was the entertainment for the night.
Veronica did not know how she had been deposited on her doorstep. Her last memory was the tearing feeling she had experienced in her ass when the last dog took her. She was covered in an old blanket, the nipple and cunt rings still in place. She began to weep as she felt the tattoo on her ass and struggled into her home. She was so happy her ordeal was over but knew that Mike might not want her. She climbed into the shower and the water burned as it reached the scrapes and cuts on her body. Veronica could not stop weeping as she fingered the nipple rings and felt her swollen cunt lips.
As she patted herself dry she heard Mike enter the house. She stiffened as she realized there was nowhere to hide from him. Veronica heard him enter the bedroom and she slowly opened the door. Mike was staring at her, a grin across his face. Veronica eyes widened, as she suddenly knew what at happened. Mike slapped the riding crop across his leg, shook Vic's hand and thanked him for training his "bitch."
Connie stepped out of the shower and reached for the large terry cloth towel hanging on the rack. She towelled the excess water from her long, blond hair as the water droplets on her smooth, tanned skin sparkled in the sunlight from the window. Slowly, almost sensually, she rubbed the towel over her firm, well shaped breasts and down across her flat, hard stomach. Placing one foot on the edge of the bathtub, she leaned over to dry her long, shapely legs.
Returning the towel to the rack, Connie stood naked while she combed out her still damp hair and reached for the blow dryer. Using the medium heat setting, she began drying the thick, silky hair that fell well below her shoulders. As her hair dried, the blow dryer fluffed out the hair and created a frame for her pretty, heart shaped face.
Finished with her hair, Connie applied eyeliner to accent her deep blue, almost violet, eyes. Her eyelashes were long and thick, so she had no need of mascara. She completed her makeup by applying a pale red lipstick to her full, luscious lips.
Connie padded down the hall of the apartment to her bedroom. She removed a pair of white satin panties from the top left drawer of her bureau and stepped into them. Next, she put on a matching white satin garter belt, which was cooler and more comfortable than pantyhose in hot weather. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Connie slipped one of the nylons over her right foot and slowly pulled it up over her thigh, smoothing it as she went. After clipping the garters to the top of the stocking, she repeated the process with the left leg.
Connie walked to the closet and selected a white sundress with spaghetti straps and slipped it over her head. Again reaching into her closet, she picked up a pair of white high heeled sandals and carried them to the bed, where she sat down. Slipping the sandals onto her feet, she buckled the straps around her trim ankles.
Connie checked her reflection in the mirror and decided she was pleased with the results. The golden blond hair and tanned skin accented by the white dress, the long legs made even shapelier by the high heels, the beautiful figure that protruded in all the right places. Yeah, Connie was pleased with the way she looked on this beautiful summer evening.
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Connie was looking forward to tonight. It had been a stressful week at work and she needed to relax. Rick, her husband, was out of town on business, so Connie had arranged to go out with three of the girls from work. They planned to meet in the Flats, the old warehouse district of Cleveland that had found new life as an entertainment Mecca of restaurants and night clubs. The plan was to meet and have dinner at the Watercourse, an upscale seafood restaurant on the east bank of the Cuyahoga River. After dinner, they would walk over to Sandy's, where they could listen to jazz on the outdoor patio overlooking the river and sip a cocktail or two. Just a quiet, relaxing night.
Picking up her small white purse from the end table, Connie left the apartment and carefully locked the door behind her. Taking the elevator to the ground floor, she crossed the parking lot to the two year old Ford Taurus that she was still making payments on. Unlocking the door, Connie slipped behind the wheel and started the engine. Exiting the parking lot, she turned right on State road and headed for the freeway. She took 480 East to 77 North, which took her right into downtown Cleveland. Exiting from 77, Connie followed East Ninth to Superior Avenue, where she turned left. Just before the Detroit-Superior bridge, Connie bore right, over the hill and down to Old River Road, the heart of the Flats.