Fuck it, go big or go home. I pulled the towel up to my shoulder, exposing my erection.He didn't say a word. Just sorta stared at me, impatiently. I p...lled down the sides of my shorts, trying to keep my dick from showing. I bent over but Trey said "No. Lean back against the wall. Don't slip and hit your head again." He said it much nicer this time, warmth and care in his voice. And a trace of amusement. I leaned back. Coincidentally right where John had been leaning when I'd walked in on him.. Oh, the immorality of it. I had come a long way from thepreacher's sweet wife. I was now enjoying getting dog fucked. As I began toblank out with orgasm I remembered thinking, I wonder what dog sperm tasteslike. When my hearing returned the dog was yelping and I realized that hewas pumping his load into my bowels. I also noted that his cock felt likeit had swollen to twice the size. He was stuck inside my ass. I thenremembered from the days I spent on my uncle's farm, that many male a****lsget. I looked at the clock on the bedroom wall. It said twelve fifteen, I didn't have to do my first pickup until nearly two o'clock. I pushed Andy onto the bed and slowly removed my skirt, revealing a black pair of satin panties and a matching half bra. Andy slowly removed his clothes and told me to stay put and walked out of the bedroom. As if I was going to go anywhere naked. A few minutes later Andy returned with a large bottle of baby oil, some whipped cream and chocolate topping. I smiled at. Thinking too hard about the combination of lending money to people whose primary qualification was that they couldn’t afford to pay it back and an assumption of infinite growth in the housing market made Arthur’s teeth hurt.Over the next fourteen months, Arthur had put every dollar he could shake loose into an ever-larger bet against those instruments. By the time the market cratered, he was positioned to sit back and watch a billion dollars flow into the Trust in a single day.Arthur’s own.