<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>M2burro on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/m2burro/</link><description>Recent content in M2burro on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/m2burro/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her Burro</title><link>/stories/2015/10/03/her-burro/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/10/03/her-burro/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t so bad. Standing on all fours like that was a bit strange but it didn&amp;rsquo;t hurt. She wrapped a collar around my neck and gave it a tug, so I did my best to follow her. She took me to the bedroom, and as I watched, she got naked. My response was to jump on the bed and take her. When we were done, I expected to be let out of the dog suit, but my wife had other ideas. She got dressed and taking my leash, led me to the kitchen. I saw two bowls on the floor! Watching, she filled one with water, the other with dog food!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>