Yes, Tommy's fuckin dog fucked me, not just once, but twice. You see, I lost a bet on the Super Bowl and Tommy had tied me to the kitchen table, bent ...ver with my ass to the world. My hands were tied to the opposite table legs and my ankles tied near the floor. It was sort of like I was in a spread eagle position, except my feet were on the floor and my butt was facing out, my cunt available to anyone, or in this case, anything that wanted to take advantage of me.We started off with our little. “Mom you ok”? She brought their breakfast to the table sat down, “I made a date with Luther and Gary for Friday night and gave you a blow job, I’m not sure it was the smartest thing I could have done”. Evan looked at her, “why you seemed to have a great conversation with him last night, the blow job was fantastic”. “Yes but I’m not sure about it, I’m ok with your blow job but he was talking about a clit ring for me, he wants me to squirt for him”. Evan looked at her, “you showed him your tits. Things were a little rough for the first couple of weeks but once the guys found out what the limits were, things settled down to a dull roar so to speak. We all laughed and joked and had a good time.It was around four months later. Willis had closed up and locked the door to the club when he said, "what do you say we have a drink and unwind. For some reason it was a pretty rough night. I think we both need a drink, what do you say Trudy" He went behind the bar and started mixing himself a. She turned around and stood there before him completely naked with Carl drinking her in, gazing up from her coltish legs up to the sparse bush over her pussy, up over her flat tummy to her growing breasts. The shallow valley between her breasts held his attention, remembering the flat chest of his sweet baby girl as she grew up into the stunning adolescent before him. His eyes ventured up and took in her angelic face. Her long dark hair and her matching dark eyes sparkled as she stood there.