"No," he said, "but I've got a better idea. There's still one opening that you've never let me use." There was an inflection of a question mark at the...end of the sentence."Oh no, Lou. That monster of yours is much too big for that entrance." In fact, it probably wasn't, but a lying compliment is always accepted as true. "Besides, I don't have any lubrication for that kind of action. Do you?" she challenged.Pausing again, he said "No."In bed, kneeling between his outspread legs, Marci felt Lou. ‘Oh god, I can’t think while it feels like thisssss,’ Lori was having trouble completing her sentences and I could hear her struggling to maintain her composure in front of everyone. I worried if Lori came now she might rethink agreeing to the game and end things so I decided to lower her speed back down to one and let her simmer for a little while. ‘Thank you,’ she gasped to the group. Her breathing gradually slowed as she began to calm down. The next moan came from Betsy. She surprised me. .. The beast from the east end ... He’s a lover not a fighter ... A licker not a biter ... He’s a rock ‘ard, go ‘ard, take you in the back yard, fuck you in the arse and send your mum a post-card ... Meeeeean muvva-fucker ... All the way from East ‘am ... I give you...” He reaches back to grab the door handle and pulls it open again, allowing a very sprightly black Doberman to trot in... “Casanova the Fird.”It’s hard to tell which of them is prouder. The owner for his intro, or the dog for the. " I said aloud, and thought, so fuck you asshole – call the cops and see if I care.I heard the doorbell ring and quickly downed the last of my drink. I felt tingly already as the warmth of the booze spread through me. I stumbled just a bit as I headed to answer the door. Whether it was from the booze on an empty stomach, or from the five inch heels; I didn't know, nor did I care.I got to the door and opened it. My jaw dropped as I saw three very large men; they looked like they could be pro.