They come over and do their thing in his office and then he goes home to the wife for the weekend. I phone in the order and they send over their young...st and prettiest girls. He does this every Friday. Let me call 'the service,' as he calls it."I walked back over to where I was before. I could not help thinking what a lucky bastard. ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘If I could live like that just one day. What a lucky prick.’I soon found the problem. The cleaning people must have hit the phone junction with. This time, I rushed to my baby's aid and I was confronted with a scene right out of a Linda Blair movie!Some form of gravity was repeatedly forcing Bethany down into the bed, her budding breasts moving under the pressure of unseen hands and a wet spot showing on her panties!I could plainly tell this was not of her own doing, not some inertia caused by sexual hip gyrations.If my baby's look wasn't one of such pure wanton abandon, I mght have rushed to her side and tried to shake her loose from. They all enjoyed holding and cuddling her. She had given Dave what he claimed was a weak smile. He had proudly proclaimed that. "She recognizes her Daddy."Just then they heard the back door open and Mary and Misti came in. Misti had been talking to her counselor at school, and Mary had resolved whatever problem her daughter had had If it wasn't too personal, Mary would fill them in on what they had talked about. Mist said that she had been speaking about her furthering her training. The. It is one of the reasons I had you get a dog.”“I don’t know what to say,” he says.“Say nothing,” she says. “As your therapist I need to tell you to follow your instincts. As your lover I want to you to pursue her and tell me all about it.”“Oh... ?” Again he is unprepared for her words, and without thought, his hand is back on his cock, stroking it.“To say that I don’t find sex with dogs pleasing would be a lie,” she says.“Have you... ?”“Fucked a dog?” she answers. “No. I have often thought.