Bloody hell ... I was done. I’ve thought about it ever since. That’s like 25 years of thinking about it...”“Did you ever tell anybody else abo...t your fantasy?” Asks Charley.“I told my second husband about it ... I think that’s probably why he’s not my husband anymore!” She chuckles, sips her tea. “He couldn’t handle the thought that everytime we ‘ad sex I was thinking about a dog!”“What is it about bestiality that turns you on?”Penelope leans forward, very earnest, as if she’s revealing a. "They claim U.S citizenship, and I, being the Nafi, grant them that right. No Harreden will dare challenge me. Among them I hold absolute power within the law. Any resistance we had with them cooperating with our other allies is now gone. They have to listen and obey me now." Chenosh answered."And how is progress on that end?" The President asked."They are asking for something from me and my family, and I am finding it difficult to refuse them." Chenosh said."What is it? I fail to see what. Anyway, we all funneled in, the girls giddy like teenagers, me somewhat less so. I had been put in charge of handling the finances for the evening and paid all of the girls’ cover charges.I had called ahead and arranged for a reserved table right near the stage. When you say “money’s-no-object,” you get whatever you like. Praise Capitalism!We all took seats around the table as a chisled, oily guy in a red Speedo and a cowboy hat gyrated on the stage overhead. His package bulged out of the front. I placed my beer bottle on the edge of the stage, and I pushed it forward slightly. Millie saw it, and did as she had been ordered; she hunch-danced over to it, crouched, and as the crowd whooped and cheered, she impaled her pussy on its long neck--and then picked it up, with her hands behind her head. She struggled to hold onto it as she carried it around the stage, fat legs cocked outward, crouch-walking awkwardly, still hunching her fat ass to swing and toss the bottle, shaking her huge tits.