It was Dr.Derwanger!“All right, bitch,” he said, “I’ve had enough of yourstalling. I paid for an hour and I’m getting an...hour!”“Dr. Derwanger…?”Dr. Derwanger appeared surprised, and I suddenly realizedthere was something very peculiar about his clothing;although I was no historian, I was certain he was wearinga black SS uniform, complete with death’s head insigniaand a holstered Luger.“How do you know my name?” he. The three of them turned into Angie’s room. Angie moved to the bed and lay back. “So what do we do now?” she asked. “Can I touch your pussy?” Anna replied. “You can do anything you like” Glen sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and began stroking his cock. Angie moved her legs apart, inviting Anna into the warm cleft between her thighs. Anna moved cat-like onto the bed, and crawled between Angie’s legs. She could see wisps of pubic hair peeking from the edges. He could hear her passionate breathing. He could feel her warm, pulsating skin. He could taste her sugary hole. He was watching her candy stick ooze precum. Damn. That sexy Ebony trap had sent him into overdrive. This freaking outbreak had him long overdue. The last time was more than eight weeks ago. He had fully enjoyed the way the pleasant older Caucasian crossdresser made him feel. She was a good bit twenty years older, but had a soft, wide, jiggly booty and a pink hole that felt like a. We drove around to the loading dock and dropped them off. The guys working back there were just as unenthusiastic.We got home and Mary let the dogs out. They both ran up to the front lawn, squatted like a couple of girls, then started wrestling with each other. The girls kind of dove at the grass and joined in. I closed the rear door Mary had left open and looked at the rear of my "clean" car. Bozo had slobbered all over the back fender and trunk. I walked around and saw that Dino had done.