Just because you got my pussy for free and even my bum-hole, it doesn't mean you can take me for granted. If you want any more of my cunt you better g...t your sorry ass down here at McGregor's Pub and stand ready to kiss mine before you get even a smile from me."The click on the line meant that the unknown Doris with the already given-up slit and tiny pucker hole had hung-up on him before he had an opportunity to advise he was most definitely not "Gregory". His brain was sorting out visual. If, however, you are one of a growing number of men, and women, young, or old, that is fascinated by this particular subject matter, then feel free to read on! Also, I use a religious point of view only as a plot device, so if you are sensitive to that, pro, or con, also be for warned. I use the religious theme in this story because of the long, and fluid nature of the history of religion in general. In other words, one person's definition of a 'cult' can be another person's devote. We had friends in common and here brother was in Year 11, a right prat, but I was not going to tell her that. We had a good laugh about a friend of hers that was into Snail racing as a hobby. Then, things went south. “Tom, would you like to dance?” I wanted to vanish. “I can’t dance, I have two left feet.” She looked put out; at least she had the grace to chat for a bit longer before heading into the crowd. Well one more cola and then home. It was then I spotted her talking to a boy in my year.. I didn't know of Glasgow dogging locations but by the way he was driving me he knew where he was taking me too!We pulled up a car park that was very dark and by the looks of things on some small industrial estate, which I presume meant it would be private, but surely quite? and I only hoped other scottish dogger's knew about this otherwise I was going to have a long night waiting in the car ........BUT I got that wrong, as my master got out and walked me over with the lead to a lamp post and.