.. Was that anger I saw in your face? Impatience?You were holding the dog collar with one hand and slapping it into the open palm of the other. "Do yo... own a dog?" You asked.Your question seemed odd, considering we'd first met in the pet department. I nodded."Have you ever been curious about it's collar? How it'd feel around your own neck?" I looked from the leather collar back to your face. I shook my head -- no.Taking a step closer to me, you ask me to speak up. "No, Sir." I respond, quietly.. They told me they have a regular Sunday thing and to come back with new ideas for fun , we sat and talked for a while and a huge muscle stud showed up and I stared at his bulge for a while then noticed the tell tale eye contact and urged him to come closer, gently felt his package through his shorts while rubbing that bubble butt, and I said " would you like me on my knees ?" He said " you know where you belong slut !" Without hesitation I was eye to eye with a fat nice dick which I quickly. Once they were inside, Sophie was all business. She took him up to her bedroom where she stripped down to lingerie that was as white as her suit and very expensive. Brandon could tell because she removed it very carefully, giving him a little show in the process. When she had stripped fully, Sophie gave him a very erotic lap dance and smothered him with soft, gentle, intimate kisses until he couldn’t take anymore. He didn’t want to be rough with the leggy blonde and he decided if she could. It was my mate Chris, nothing unusual as he'd often come and have a smoke with after my late shift but I hadn't been expecting him tonight.I quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and went to let him in, hoping my boner would be gone by the time I got downstairs. He looked hot as always, unkempt brown hair and stubble framing his strong jaw line. Despite the heat he was wearing jeans, as always, a scruffy grey t-shirt and as he sat on my bed I caught a glimpse of his green boxer shorts poking out.