She was talkingto the dog in a low voice, and I couldn’t make out whatshe was saying, not that it mattered. I was mesmerizedby the sight.A few m...nutes later, I could see that the dog wasgetting hard. The red tip of his cock was peeking outof his sheath, and the girl moved her hand from hisballs to his cock. She began to stroke the sheath backand forth, while the dog laid there and loved it.Soon the dog’s redbone was all exposed, shining in thesun like it was wet. The girl then laid. We looked at bothproperties. The club looked just like the one in London. The clienteleand name were both the same. The other property was a large run downproperty that seemed to be let out by the room. Judging by the peoplecoming in and out, some were most likely prostitutes, some wereimmigrants and some were just desperately poor people. The wholebuilding made me think of Rachman and his London slum exploitation.We went back to our hotel and dressed up to go to the club. We vowed tokeep. “What’s wrong?” He could instantly tell something was up. I wasn’t my usual bubbly self.“Nothing.” I wondered how the hell I was going to ask my husband if he was okay with me fucking another girl!“You sure?”“Well… Ummm… I have something to ask you.”“Okayyy…” He sounded worried.“Do you mind just going outside for a sec.? I need you to hear everything I have to say and I don’t want anyone to be around.”“Ya. Gimme a sec.” With the worried tone in his voice, I could hear him moving through the bar. ’ I wrote back ‘Tell me what?’ ‘Promise you wont freak out’ she said. ‘Ya just tell me’ ‘I think I’m a lesbian.’ I failed to reply to her. The weeks went by and I tried to avoid her ,but it wasn’t that I was disgusted, I just didn’t know what to think. I was still her friend and still hung out with her, and oddly enough the day she told me she liked me I didn’t react badly at all. I knew she knew I was straight, but then again I didn’t know if I was straight. Occasionally Stella would try to.