" No? What happened to your new requirement that whoever joins you has to first ask politely if it is all right if they join you? Did he? And even if ...e did how hard would it have been for you to say "Sorry, but I'm waiting for Frank?" I have no right to be picking your friends for you or telling you who you can sit with, but you should be smart enough to know that if I see you with that asshole I'm not going to be coming around." You aren't being fair Frankie." Of course I am Cook. Life is. I have my second orgasm on the letter O. “Don’t stop, more,” is all I can mutter as Mike curls a finger into me and keeps licking me. My cunt is sopping wet as my man is holding me tightly as he is tongue kissing me. He is aware my body is tense and ready to explode. Two men are edging me. I love it. I can’t hold out much longer. “Do it for Mike and me,” my man whispers as we kiss passionately while he is grasping my ass cheeks and digging his fingernails in. It hurts but I like it, as Mike is. We said we had no objections. A week later Paul phoned and told me the lad was arriving and would I like to meet him. I went and met him, his name was Colm, he told us he had been kept by an old lady as a dog for several years until she died. He said he saw our web site, and envied Cassie and wanted to join her. Paul explained to him, that like Cassie he would be a dog twenty-four seven and would be called Brutus. I watched as Paul fitted him with a suit like Cassie with his back end bare and. There was a black leather skirt, white blouse, and black pantyhose, which I put on first. My red toenails showed clearly through the hose.The skirt was nearly straight, but at least it came to a relatively modest length. Like the lingerie, it was high quality. The leather was soft and supple. Still, the narrow cut would keep me from taking long strides as I walked. It was pleated, with a waistband that buttoned in front, giving the illusion of a belt.The blouse was also pleated, in the front,.