“OK Tracy you caught me out. Yes my dog and I have a special relationship” she said “Very special”. I stood there unable to speak. “Tracy. W...y don’t you come over and we can talk honey” she said “we need to talk”.I went to Becky’s house with mixed feelings. Was she having a lend of me? Was she joking? I went inside and we sat in the lounge room. “What do you want to know?” asked Becky. I really didn’t know to say. If she was joking she was doing a good job of hiding it as she wasn’t laughing.. " What about you babe?" asked Michelle, facing me."I think I'll have another vodka and orange juice," I replied, handingMichelle my glass."I'll be right back," replied Michelle with a smile.Carmen and I just stood there, smiling awkwardly at each other."Oh... uh... please, sit down," I said."Thanks," replied Carmen.A few minutes later, Michelle walked in with another beer in her hand,along with my Vodka and orange juice and handed me the drink and satdown on the couch."Thanks for inviting me. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his arms. This had the benefit of placing her breasts right in front of his face. "You want to lick them?" she asked. "Yes" he said in an almost pleading tone."Too bad." Just stay still while I fuck you" she told him. She knew there was so much more he wanted to do to her. But right now, she wanted to be in control. She wanted to just use him. She enjoyed keeping him immobile. She enjoyed knowing how much he wanted to just turn her over and. “Deon, this is Betty,” I said, introducing them. “Betty... Deon. Deon is my boy. I should warn you that we do everything together.”“Hey,” Deon greeted warmly, turning on the charm. “Not quite everything Betty, don’t you worry,” and the two of them laughed. “It’s nice to meet you, Betty; I hope you’re taking good care of him. Can I get you two a drink?”Betty nodded enthusiastically and Deon left us. As he headed to the bar he tossed me a wink and did a piss-poor job of hiding his grin. I sat.