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Valerie's dark, brown eyes looked directly into Frisky's through the lenses of the glasses as he slowly breathed in the marijuana smoke. The clear plastic of the frames distorting the colors behind it like a chameleon of sorts prominently assuming the color of her red hair.
Was there a part of Frisky that wanted him to steal a kiss from her lips? He shut it down knowing no good would come from it. Her face so close was an overwhelming temptation of what he once was. Now, she was just a very beautiful woman mocking his helplessness.
"My hell, Val," Randy complained, "you're turning our bedroom into a freak show."
Sitting back up, one leg under her butt, she laughed. "You haven't minded my enthusiasm for the last two weeks."
"That was just me and..." his voice trailed off. Then Randy said, "You're getting off on this."
"It's not hurting anything."
"No, but seriously..."
Valerie flopped herself back down on the bed, took another puff, then said, "Randy. Shut up."
They both laughed and laughed. Probably more so than Frisky could understand why. But it was good feelings that he embraced from the floor on Valerie's side of the bed.
She put the smoking joint down in the black ashtray on her nightstand and rolled over toward Randy. She began to suck on his right nipple closest to her.
"Now don't start that," Randy objected. "Not with him in here."
"It's a dog, honey," she said between nibbles. "We've had sex with a dog in the room many times before."
"Sure. A dog/dog. Not a dog/slave." Randy thought about it. "Or, whatever..."
"Or whatever," Valerie giggled kissing down his belly.
Frisky could now feel the hit he received from the smoke. From just below the mattress he could see his owner, up her back pink nighty and auburn hair making it's way over Randy's torso.
"Is it me that's turning you on or John?" Randy asked from the other side of the bed.
John. A shudder ran through Frisky's body.
"Yes," Valerie giggled pushing the covers from Randy's waist.
"What am I going to do with you?"
Her long fingers tugged at the elastic waist band of his boxers and pulled them down exposing his penis. She leaned in and gave its engorging head a kiss. "You're going to let me tie you up again."
"Not with that dog/slave of yours in here."
"It's your dog/slave. You have the only key to its chastity sheath."
"Hardly makes him mine."
Valerie hopped out of bed with the enthusiasm of someone twenty years younger. "While I was shopping online for our guest here, I took the liberty to buy you a few presents, too."
From the back of the bottom drawer of her dresser she produced some leather cuffs, chains and all hanging from her hand mimicking a ball of tangled Christmas lights. They were much easier to separate into four individual pieces laid out on the foot of the bed.
"No," Randy said before taking another sip of his drink. "I don't want to."
Valerie plopped her hands down around her assortment of bondage gear. "Fine! Maybe I'll just make Frisky feel good then. I'm sure it wouldn't mind."
"Honey," Randy said waiving her over to his side of the bed then patting the mattress next to him. Valerie followed his hand signals and sat down next to him. "You're going to have to grow up for just a few minutes here."
Not pouting but obviously disappointed Valerie put her hands on her legs and looked at them.
"Maybe you don't realize what's going on here," Randy said. "We've got good lawyers, sure, but suppose the possibility your sister and John don't find this as amusing as you do?"
Valerie sat quiet as Frisky rounded the foot of the bed and came to sit by her feet.
"Ashley would never," Valerie said, "And this is a family issue. Not a legal one. Besides, they can't afford representation."
"That doesn't change the fact that we are open to some serious issues here. They even have witnesses down at the precinct."
Valerie reached out and patted Frisky on the head then scratched behind his ears lightly with her fingernails. "You doubt that I have this whole thing under control."
"Well, I think your ideas of fun sometimes blind you to the repercussions."
She stood up and walked around to her side of the bed. Randy took another drink thinking that was the end of the conversation.
"I'm doing my sister a favor. A huge favor," Valerie said retrieving her still smoldering joint and the ashtray. She brought it back around and sat back down where she was.
