"C'mon," she said, leading the sleek Dane away from the baby's room and toward the master bedroom where she had discovered the dog's unusual talent. S...e opened the door, the dog brushing by her eagerly.Nancy giggled, and then stopped in her tracks. She spotted the stain on the bed, where Thor's spit and her own juicy cum had formed a puddle. Shit. She looked at the rumpled bed. Quickly, she straightened the spread, hoping the stain would dry by the end of the day when Mrs. Rand returned from. This was confirmed when, without any hesitation Clive went and sat next to Chrissie. He was a well-built guy, kept in trim, very muscular, and with a nice manner. I could see his cock start to rise and fall rhythmically under his towel as if it had just woken from a light sleep, the unmistakeable start of an erection. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Clive’s voice was smooth, low and calm as he said to Chrissie, ”Well, if Rick hasn’t told you, I work at a hospital, so it’s. .. I kept thinking `Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don’t have any clothes with me.’ Then I said, `Danny, are you SURE you didn’t have an accident?’ ‘No,’ he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, ‘Danny did you have an accident? This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled `SEE MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!!’ While 30 people nearly choked to death on their. ” She complained.“Still, in this place. You do not refuse a man anything, especially a gift. I should have warned you. It’s my fault. What did the man tell you?”She patted her eyes dry on a napkin and told Dave. “The man who gave me this said that these were for me, but I wasn’t allowed to open the box. That only my advocate could open it. Who the hell is my advocate?” she whined.Dave looked over at the man and did a little wave with two fingers like some kind of Boy Scout salute.The man gave.