.. We spin around and see our favourite mean-looking pitbull – Ninja – as he scampers into the studio and scrabbles across to the bedroom ‘set�....Donna continues to recline against the bed, watching the dog all the way over to her feet, barely moving other than to turn her head away from the dog toward her husband. “Nice doggy?”We hear Gareth reply from off camera. “I’ll give you a tenner to show him a good time!”Donna folds her arms infront of her firm chest and frowns, looking from her husband. " I breathed. I kissed her thighs. She was a bit small, compared to the healthy sized girls I usually dated but that just meant it would be easier to scoop her up and carry her to the bed. I took a deep whiff of her shaved privates."Peter!" She giggled. "Stop!" What do you mean, stop?" I asked, kissing her thighs. "I'm just getting to the good parts."She giggled but still pulled at my shoulders as I rubbed my lips against hers. "No, Peter! Don't. That's not nice." Funny, I thought it was very. It didn’t seem to phase her.The girls were taken to a display of exactly what my wife had wanted. She picked out two white negligées that were so sheer that they hardly covered anything even when looking through both layers of fabric. The girls went into a dressing room, changed, and came out for my inspection. The shop owner reminded my wife that there had been a pair of panties with the nightie. She replied that they would not be necessary. So the shop owner and I got to stare at the two. Rubbing his brown eyes sleepily, Adrian wondered what he had gotten himself into, involving himself with an emotionally damaged young woman… —— Helen flicked her gaze over the picture on the monitor in front of her again, trying to convince herself what she was doing was not completely crazy. She didn’t know this man and she had agreed to meet him, albeit in a crowded place. All because he’d made her laugh. He was stocky, well built but slightly chubby, with chocolate eyes and a mischievous.