Vergnügt war ich unterwegs, die Haustüre war wohl der großen Hitze geöffnet, also klingelte ich direkt an der Türe in dem Vierparteienhaus, die s...fort geöffnet wurde.Ob wohl ich nicht gerade klein bin mußte ich aufschauen um mal endlich ein Gesicht zu sehen. Er lächelte auf mich herab und gab mir die Hand "Guten Tag Frau Neue, Bill Smith." "Angenehm Herr Smith" Ich musterte ihn und schätzte ihn auf mindestens 2 Meter bei bestimmt 125 kg, mit einigen Tattoos. Galant meinte er "Treten sie ein. Nikhil ne kaha yaar yeh buhat kachi kali hai 18 ki umer mai kissing karne ka maza aayega mai upper kar raha hun tum chut aur choochiyaa (Mammame) par attack karo..Unho ne mere poree jism ko bhokee kutto ki tarah chossa , Vicky bola yar vineet tere loure par iss ke honto ka rass lag chukka hai aura bb hum apne topiyaan iss randi ke munh mai dalengai…Aur Vicky ne jese hi apni pent ki zip khol kar under wear se lund nikala mai darr gaye aur mai ne kaha mai itna bara nahi chosongi yeh uss keh bad. Paul gets back to his van and puts the address into his sat-nav. He realizes he never even asked the crying woman’s name. She sounded like she was ‘dog rough’ and probably really over weight. It’s only a few miles, just twenty minutes down the road. He arrives at the large house. It is set back from the road, in a very respectable area, where all the well-off snobs live. He presses the intercom on the electric gates. “Hello,” said a female voice. “It’s Paul, the plumber,” he says. “Ah, yes.. "Good, good girl. I'll tell you why, later. But right now," shesqueaked the rubber bone, "it's breakfast time! Follow, little doggie!Follow your Mistress!" Daniella/Woof's tongue lolled out of her mouth,as she followed, bounding, after Mz Dominica, returning to the frontporch. The slave didn't even notice that there was a second vehicleparked next to the mini-van. A small convertible, with the top down."Wipe your feet!" Dominica commanded, as they reached the threshold.Daniella/Woof rubbed her.