Have you done it already with a dog, Will?”“No,” I answered, putting the shorts down between my thighs and gently stroking my cock under my pant.... “Kind of. It’s complicated.”“Well? We have plenty of time, no?”“I just let Baxter rim me and then I let him mount me.”“Oh. Baxter’s fairly big, and your asshole was quite tight last night. How was it for you?”“That’s the thing, it didn’t get in. I rented that tape to get some better ideas on how to get it done. You know, to have my dog fuck me in the. They were gone for a quarter of an hour, when they got back from their walk I could hear her talking to the dog and telling him that as he had been such a good boy on his walk he could have what they both loved most, I could then hear lots of noises coming from the kitchen and slowly crept up to see if I could see what was happening. As I walked to the kitchen door I could see her facing away from me luckily, telling him what a good boy he was and was he going to fuck her like the good bitch. He gave Jeff the shortest of looks and fluttered his fingers dismissively. "I am Emile. I will be measuring and preparing you for your proper clothing. Now remove those." Jeff looked around, confused. "I thought you took measurements over the pants." The fitter looked pointedly at Jeff's khaki slacks. "Perhaps at J.C. Penney - here you are being measured for real clothing." The put-down was delivered with a s**thing tone, as if such material might contaminate the high-end suits of the clothier.. The deep fracture above his right ear meant Butch never felt the new cut on his leg. Letting the lifeless body fall to the ground, Bill crawled inside. The smoke was blinding and the heat tremendous, as he felt around for anyone else. ‘Faith!’ He yelled and choked at the same time. There was a small groan and a cough to the right and his hand landed on a boot. Swiftly, he knelt and cradled a familiar weight in his arms. Bill turned and stumbled to the dim opening, laid her down, jumped out.