She would be mortified if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure; nothing really special, bu... just the type that, if she flirted, you would try and take her up on it.Their dog is a mixed hound. Part Dalmatian and part Irish Wolf hound. The result is a shaggy looking white and black spotted dog, quite a bit taller in the shoulder than a Dalmatian, but not as hairy or big as an Irish setter. Needless to say, he was big enough in all. He didn't really know why, even, but he could feel his hackles rising.They got their drinks. Stan and Anne stood against the wall, sipping. Anne was chatting to Belinda, standing next to her, while Stan, on her other side, watched everyone.Pamela had moved away from Tom, looking annoyed. Denise obviously hadn't seen anything as she emerged from the Ladies' room just at that moment. Tom saw her and smiled, going to her, putting his arm around her waist and talking.Stan's attention was drawn back. “Pull your panties down at the front. Lift your little prick and balls over the elastic and let me see them”.I obeyed. He seemed pleased that during the beating my prick had softened and now lay limp and flaccid.“Good, a little girly faggot like you has no need for a stiff prick. Your little prick wouldn't satisfy anyone so what need is there for it to be stiff?”As if to anger him, I could feel it start to twitch. Watching him pump his fist around his cock and listening to his humiliating words. Teasing little bits of licking up her slit and allowing my warm breath to wash over her, a soft moan escaped her lips. I could smell her nectar starting to leak out of her, and feel the warmth growing. My tongue dipped slightly inside, tasting the delicious liquid as it coated my tongue. I could feel her legs shaking as I licked deeper into her, and then bringing my tongue out and sliding it up her slit. I hooked my hands under her butt and used them to gain leverage to slide my tongue in.