She asked would they like coffees using her milk and they said please. She got up and went to the kitchen Jim’s eyes followed her and he said what ... lovely arse. After they finished, she sat between them and unzipped their fly’s, when they were ready, they both shagged her, then asked to see her with Benji. Two weeks later Paul called and told us he had numerous requests to see her in the kennel again, we discussed it and she said she would love to go back if I agreed, I told her I had no. "I mean, you're sixteen, you've been writing for over two years, and you have a vivid imagination, and you're talented, no doubt of that. I just wonder why you write only so-called erotic stories. Why you're only interested in those types of stories."He shrugged. "They're the most interesting kind of stories for me—to both read and write. They interest me the most. So I spend my time with them. I'm not that interested in any other kind of stories." Well, you know, far be it from me to tell you. In silenceshe placed it on the low table, then withdrawing. Throughout her brief visitshe ignored my presence entirely. In fascination I watched her sip at her drink. Then, without even lookingin my direction, "Boy! Come here!" She snapped, jabbing her fingerdownwards to the floor by her feet. Helplessly I did so, crawling on all-fours to where she sat, my will paralysedby her powerful personality and her iron conviction that I would obey. "Sit!" She ordered me. As if by instinct I sat, not in. I waited the requisite minute, glancing over at MB for most of that time. She smiled, feet together, and those hands going behind her back. Her breasts remained in a sagging position.With as much precision and concentration I could muster with an almost nubile young woman in the room, I joined the front and back and pressed the edges together. The chemicals in the two gels warmed as they bonded. It would take at least fifteen minutes for them to cure sufficiently to test. I unfolded two chairs.