My daughter

Author: Katie Andrews

When he was sure I was secure, he went over to one of the other rooms and opened the door.

My eyes got real large as a big slick black dog emerged from the open doorway. John and the dog greeted one another like old friends, pawing and fawning at one another, and I noticed as one of John’s hands casually moved back to the dog’s crotch and began to pull and stroke the dog’s sheath. I burst out into tears and protests. I knew what the big dog needed me for immediately. I began to thrash and yank at the chains, but my movements were minimal and fruitless. I was trapped.

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