My mind raced as I felt him squeezing my hips, pulling me back onto his stiff dick instead of pushing into me. Before I could stop myself the words sl...pped from my lips, little more than a throaty whisper. “Yes, Daddy.”With that Callum shoved his length into me, causing me to moan more as his girth stretched my pussy to fit him. I had taken him many times before but I never grew tired of the delicious feeling of his cock prying it’s way into me before he set in to fucking my brains out. He dug. She said yes, so I hit the play button on the remote control. ‘The Wedding Singer’ began to play, and we lapsed into a companionable silence. After a few minutes, she leaned her head back against one side of the couch, and put her feet up in my lap. I was surprised she was acting so relaxed around me, normally she was a bit more formal, knowing my feelings for her and not wanting to give me the wrong idea. Finally, I worked up the nerve, and began to gently rub her feet. She just moaned softly. ”The smaller redhead gasped when I thanked her, and told them for their trouble they could each get an outfit, on me.“That place is really pricey, mister,” said the redhead.I grinned. “Don’t let the vacation clothes fool you. I can afford it.”They introduced themselves as they took off their shop smocks. “I’m Brenda,” said the redhead, “and the blond bimbo here is Yasmine.”The blond squealed and was about to answer when I stopped her. “We’re pleased to meet you, I’m Mike, my blond is Sarah, and. Over the next month Jack and I were busy. Our “service” had obviously been spread by word of mouth. I think because we offered secrecy. Weekday clients were generally older married woman who enjoyed dog sex while their husbands were at work. Weekends were mainly younger single women who enjoyed no nonsense fucking with a dog. I began to worry about being exposed by the increased clientele but Jack said not to worry. When I questioned his confidence he finally revealed that the council animal.