I realised with a shock that this dog was now making more than a serious attempt to physically screw me. Ben, the younger dog kept getting his head in...and sniffing at my pussy experimentally too but Bill kept growling at him fiercely, finally snapping at him and physically forcing him away.He quite obviously meant literally, “My bitch, go away, I’m fucking her first”This now really frightened me, the two dogs were fighting over me like a bitch on heat, just as if I wasn’t in charge, it was. It was limegreen and had a salted rim, and one sip told me it was very strong.The ladies chatted and laughed and included me in all theirconversations. All of them had spent a considerable amount of timegetting ready for the evening. The dollar value alone of all the makeupand jewelry and heels and women's clothing in the room would have fedseveral families at the local food bank for days on end.Still, I was having the time of my life.Men were discussed, as potential targets for sexual. Mother and daughter bid me adieu at the door, kissing me on both cheeks. Martine asked if I would return, and I promised her that I would be back later in the year to buy Zoe’s Christmas gifts.I met Zoe at 5pm, carrying a large bag. She had also been shopping, with many bags, some from French clothing chains and others with names I did not recognise. We decided to call it a day, get into the Mini and motor back to our home.Once we got into the country, Zoe looked at me and said, “Notice. ‘So I’ve never seen you here, nice to meet you,’ I said as I returned with her drink. ‘Yeah, I’ve only been her a couple times. Never saw you here before.’ she replied. ‘Well, I mostly work weeknights. Why, you would have noticed me before’? I was almost dying at the thought of this. ‘Definitely!’ she said with a coy smile. I was on dream street now, but realized I had other patrons to wait on. She told me she was with some friends, who were off being wild. She was just looking to relax, saying.