As he tried to force his way deeper inside me I clamped down with my inner muscles and gripped his member tightly with my sphincter muscle to slow him...down. I spat the cock out of my mouth."Gently; slowly, please" I begged."Fuck that bitch; you take it all. You're lucky I let you lube me up, now shut your whingeing and get to fucking!" Harold spat at me, his putrid breath blasting into my face."Don't spit this out again until I've come you cunt," the leader bellowed, slapping me across the face. ..She started to count with every breath. Quickly she calculated: five minutes is only a few hundred breaths.She concentrated, but couldn´t help her tempo of breast movement increased.She forgot how long she should count. At breath 500 Leslie opened the door. Switched off the water. Reached large towels with a wide smile. "Come on girls". Yes! Both smelled the pancakes and suddenly felt how hungry they got from all that long hot love.Dressed in towels they attacked the pile of pancakes. It. .."not too much I hope" I replied...Bill sat smirking..."oh he's heard a lot Anna trust me"...I gave a nervous smile to Bill, thinking, you dirty bugger..."Yes I have" was Ron's smirking reply...Frank ordered us a bottle of wine to have with our lunch and then we began the small talk and introductions properly.It transpired that Bill and Ron had been friends for years ... They visited each other twice a year now, since Ron's wife's death two years ago.Ron had a small "fallout" with Bills wife. ”“Maybe we’re getting too deep here, but what do you mean ‘training the dogs’? Don’t they just fuck when they find a hole to put it into?”“That can be as simple as it needs to be if that is what you want. Most women, though, have other concerns. For instance, once you are fucking the dog do you want it approaching you whenever it wants for more sex? What if there are guests in the house? What about the k**s? What will the dog do to other women who come to the house? So I help train them to.