Vaguely, I noticed the vibrations of the thumping music through the wall, but I paid it no attention as I buried my face against her neck, kissing and...nibbling as I continued to pump my finger inside her."Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted. She bit her lip. She moaned and a half-growl escaped her lips as I felt her tight pussy tighten even more around my finger."You were really waiting for me, weren't you?" I moaned in her ear. "You needed this." You're the sexiest bitch in this bar and I needed you. . or indeed the daft beggar who charged somebody or others sodding guns. Who else? Ah, hmm, oh yes, well a couple of the reg'lars y'know, oh, and Smithy, he's into piles y'know. No no, big steel thingies, nothing to do with his bum. And young Pook. Nice lad, quite often joins us old codgers, intelligent lad, takes an interest, always askin' questions y'know. Mind, that missus of his certainly rustles up some good grub.Anyway, when Squiffy Sanders says, "How about another pint, young Pecan, and. Laura leaned back, apparently a little surprised I didn't suggest we retire to the alley immediately and do the deed on some trash cans. She took on a business-like air, and said, "I have a contract with me. I copied it out of a legal journal, so it's very thorough. It specifies that any child which comes of our copulation will be totally my responsibility."While I considered this she continued, "Also, by agreeing to the contract you also give up any and all parental rights."That sounded fine. He'd been ordered aboutat the farm from dawn until dusk by the name of Burt and he'd justfollowed the instructions without once stopping to reflect on the factthat it wasn't really his name. He'd answered without thinking as thoughit really was.He shuddered at how completely immersed he had become in this identityfor that to happen - for him to not find the idea of being called thatodd. To not even notice.It was utterly chilling. And that wasn't the only thing.The idea of going into the Dog &.