John tries to be good... and fails

As much as John didn't want Veronica's tits to be anywhere else besides against him, he eventually offered, "how about we go back to your place to get some of your stuff? You didn't bring much and," he smirked, "my pet would definitely be living with me."

She smiled, "good idea. I'll get dressed. Just a minute." She stood up and walked toward her bedroom. John stared as her ass, barely held by panties, as she walked away. She pulled her shirt over her head before she was out of sight, leaving him with the image of her nearly naked, only a pair of panties covering her stunning ass.

John waited, lost in his thoughts as Veronica got dressed. He lingered on the sight of her barely-covered ass as he did.

A few hours later, they returned to John's apartment with as many of Veronica's things as they could carry.

When the door closed behind them, Veronica let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god nothing happened."

John looked at her, momentarily confused, and she continued, "who knows what somebody could tell me out there? What if some asshole tells me you're a serial killer or something? I'd run away screaming!"

Now John sighed. The best he could offer was, "as long as you're with me, that shouldn't happen."

She sat down heavily on the couch and stared at the wall in thought. She absentmindedly pulled her bra out from under her shirt as she did.

John looked at her nipples trying to poke through her T-shirt. He was trying to be a good person. He really was.

Veronica took a deep breath, causing her chest to heave.

John was only human. He tried not to, but he blurted out, "but we have to make sure people believe we're master and pet. If people think we're just acting, they might try to steal you away."

Her eyes widened, "oh my god, of course!" Worried, she asked, "what should we do?"

"Well," John began. He didn't want to admit to himself how he was going to end the sentence, "I have been reading a lot about how masters and pets behave," he stalled.

His eyes flicked down the length of Veronica's body before he gave in to himself and concluded, "almost no masters let their pets wear clothes at home. If anybody knew you were dressed here, they'd figure out right away that you aren't really my pet."

She started at him for a moment and blinked slowly before exclaiming, "oh no!" She jumped off the couch and started pulling off her clothes like they were on fire. Seconds later, she was standing naked, panic slowly receding.

Shocked by his own actions, John assured her, "that's," his eyes flicked down the length of her body again, "better."

She relaxed and smirked, "yeah yeah, get a good look. Let's put my stuff away. Nobody's going to believe I live here if my clothes are in a bag."