The homes I served were much larger than ours. I generallysaw only the women in these houses. One especially caused me to stir.Mrs. Todd always seemed...to know just when I'd arrive at the stoop. Iwould open the tall glazed outer door as instructed to assure the paperwouldn't be damaged by any weather. Most days she would open the heavywooden door just as I was bending down to set the folded newspaper onthe sill. I'd turn to look up at a pair of heels and hose covered legsrising up to the hem of. “Slut,” David began, “I have my five best studs here for you. A mastiff, a great dane, an irish wolfhound, a saint bernard, and, of course, my wolfdog. They know what you are here for. They know what to do. They know a bitch in heat when they smell one. None of these boys have been fucked in awhile and you are here just for them to empty their balls in all of your slutty holes. Once I give the command, they will all be on you and they will not stop. Are you ready?”“Yes Daddy!” Aria said. “You may want to wet my cock before you sit and spin, Maria. It makes no difference to me though. I’m going to fuck your sweet ass, wet or dry, dead or alive!” She took my helpful suggestion and shifted and leaned to take the head of my dick in her mouth and wet it as I allowed her slack in her rope. Her technique wasn’t bad. She wet the head of my cock then she began to bob her head and suck. I could tell the bitch had some practice at this. She almost made me lose control and cum, which. For a brief moment I felt ashamed at the thoughts running so freely around my head, but there was no doubting the thrill in my pussy, now building again, at the thought of those boys using me for sex, it made me feel alive and I knew I needed to experience that sort of love.I needed my son to invite his friends home, I wanted to be alive again sexually, not to do it, but to enjoy the teasing and the desirability, to feel their need for me, or so I told myself, what I really needed, was to be.