Occasionally these thoughts got me so worked up I had to stop what I was doing and quickly pleasure myself. Nothing major, just enough to take the edg... off. By 11 in the morning I'd done that at least three times, and all of the indoor work was done. That just left the stupid dogs. I pulled on an old pair of sneakers and sighed with dread at the nasty work ahead of me.The kennel my dad had built for his dogs years before I was born wasn't anything you could buy in a store. Combined with the. So many nights alone in my bed, I dreamed about it. I moved closer, I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue and felt the soft, but firm skin of the underside of the cocks head. My first cock. I felt it jump and I leaned back to look again. A clear bead of fluid had formed a the tip. I moved to the side and pressed against the wall of the booth, ran my open mouth along the side of that cocks shaft. The oddly wonderful flavor and scent filled my senses. I loved having my mouth on it. The pre cum. As soon as I walked up to him, he asked, "Did you fuck my wife?" I stuttered and stammered a little bit before he smiled and said, “She fucks all her clients. She sells a lot of houses that way! With my heart problem, I can’t always give her what she wants so she gets it from her clients and I get to hear the whole story later.” While we ate dinner, the smell of pussy juice was very pungent on her sundress. The cute waitress kept hovering over our table all night. I think she was turned on. Rajput to surprise me with her favorites, and she smiled warmly. She patted my head like an obedient son and scurried off into the kitchen. I could hear her clucking excitedly in Hindi at the cooks, presumably discussing my culinary fortunes. I sipped at my water, feeling rather conspicuous with this sudden hubbub surrounding my presence and menu choice. Mr. Rajput smiled at me from behind the register, his bright white teeth bursting from his dark brown face, while his graying moustache curled.