C79 Puppy Trahzi

Mister Dugger was a squat little barrel of a man. While Gerald and Trahzi walked, he waddled close behind them, his sharp little eyes scanning her curvaceous body from top to bottom.

“Dyson! Back straight, shoulders back, hands at your side, the little finger of your hand at the seam of your trousers,” he barked.

Gerald glanced back