M., for no longer than 25 minutes."I sighed."No recordings," I said firmly."He won't go for that," Elizabeth stated. "Wells has immunity." I've got re...sonable doubt sewn up," I concluded. "I'll get a jury full of young mothers and fathers; I'll dress Lauren up in pony-tails and pinafores; I'll say over and over again how her father – a man Tony Baker has granted immunity to – set her up as a drug courier. Then I'll testify for Huntley in his trial and say the same fucking thing. Of course by. "Dogsmith" was written by Lisa Pavageau in early 2006 for nevermindwho.com and posted to SOL sometime after the exclusivity rights expired, under the pen name rache. The title is a word I made up for a working title and a better one never occurred to me. I hadn't looked at it since posting and I largely forgot it even existed until the other day when I got an email telling me how good it is."Dogsmith?" I wondered. "What the hell is that?"So I opened it up tonight and started reading, got two. I started stroking my cock, not even bothering to spit for lubrication, feeling the lust wash over me. My breath came in pants and my vision was blurred, and it seemed only moments until my balls clenched and my legs went taut. Too soon, Janet would have said had she been awake, but she wasn't and I was coming hard and fast, sending thick sticky white streamers from her legs up her wide belly to her full breasts. "Yeahhhh," hissed Martha, her tongue dancing against my ear, "that's right, spray. At first she wasn't sure I was serious even after I practically begged her so she had an affair behind my back. One of my best friends had come by to see me one night and since I wasn't home Andrea fucked him. She never told me about it until one night, I was feeling extremely horny and I started in on her about her having sex with someone else. She had me lay on the bed and after she tied my hands and feet to the bedpost she stripped down to just her pantyhose and as she rubbed her hairless.