In the meantime we can play the front cover story for a while and see what develops," Martin suggested."My thinking too. So now lets go meet with Mike...and figure out his part in the cover story." I liked the plan better as it developed. There was lots of wiggle room. I still had my papers thanks to the Russian's insistence that I file for a church of the missionary position ordainment. It came from one of those advertisements in the back of the rolling stones magazine. I also had my papers from. He gave the arm a gentle tug and was surprised the door wasn’t locked. He cringed with fear as he slowly opened the squeaky door just enough to squeeze through. Sunshine filtered through high-placed dust-covered windows. Above him, metal stairs cast a shadow on the floor in front of him.He looked from one end of the long room to the closed garage door. There was a small entry door beside it. The walls were bare cinder blocks with an exposed metal girder ceiling. To his left, the metal stairs. “Well…I guess its okay, if it’s okay with Oliver. Ollie?” “Well…” He said, “reluctantly”. “Oliver. Please.” Begged Miley. Oliver “gave in”. “Okay. I guess.” “Thank you! So much!” Miley explained.Oliver pulled out of Lily’s pussy, his dick wet and slippery with her juices. Lily sat up at the edge of the bed and then dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him. Miley also crawled into a position next to Lily, in front of Oliver. Lily placed her hands at the base of Oliver’s cock. I remembered how sometimes him and the other dogs would jump up on my or the other k**s back when we crawled on the floor. His cock was pretty big, but not as big as the dildos I had used, and I had no worries that it would fit if I could get him to fuck me.I got up and then went down on my knees on the carpet, waving my ass in Toms face. Sure enough he loped over and began nosing around my slit hole again. Seconds later, he jumped up onto me. His paws came around my waist and i could feel his.