Heading past the kitchen door I change direction and move toward the kitchen cupboard above the sink to the left, inside I find the leftover bottles o... vodka, brandy and tequila, without thinking about what a bad idea it is I take the tequila bottle and pour myself a shot glass of it, I knock it back quick and follow up with another glass. Just as I cringe from the taste of the second glass I hear Jim’s keys in the door. With the Dutch courage of the two tequilas I don’t bother to move instead. It’s only looking back on it now, with the benefit of the Internet, that I’m fully aware of what was happening – or at least as much as I want to be aware, which is not very much. It wasn’t really until the Internet, the late 90s and early 2000s, that increasingly knowledge of what sex was actually all about – as opposed to a voyeur like me who was happy with fully-dressed, to skimpy-dressed girls, just seeing that to get all the sex pleasure I needed – was forced upon me. Fast forward to now,. .Lauren's pet name of DirtySlutHole gives a strong clue as to her submissive qualities, with interests such as cream pies, gangbangs, slavery, orgies, rimming, toilets and milking.Today she was hoping to have some fun with a girlfriend's dog named Toby.Toby was a young Great Dane, full of energy and sperm that he loved to bestow on his favourite bitches in the park, including Lauren.However as she came level with the tutorial group on the grass, Lauren couldn't help noticing the two black alpha. She was very tan. And her pubes were dark brown. She had beautiful long legs. Charity was long, with breasts not quite as large as her Aunt's. But not small either. She was freckled from head to toe. And had an impish grin with a cute little turned up nose. She had shaved a little red "landing strip" of trimmed pubes, and had really longish nipples, I noticed as she passed before my eyes."Oh, that burns a little! But it does warm one up! Doesn't it!" Charity said quickly."Yes, well, just sip.