’ ‘You’re going to …’ Finally I managed to shut my mouth before I said something stupid instead of after. I looked at him, but it wasn’t t...e challenging look I usually have. It was accepting. He didn’t even say goodbye. I didn’t know what I wanted, and I didn’t know what to do to get it even if I could figure it out. I wasn’t able to figure it out so I wallowed in self-pity. Why not? If everything is about me, then self-pity should be the best kind of suffering I could experience. Around 4 the. I felt so sorry, but also happy for him. I threw my arms around him giving him a big hug and I kissed him on the lips, like I was his wife. Then I helped him undress and he took me to his bed. I sucked his cock and when he shot his cum in me, he called me Bunny. That was his name for his wife. I kept sucking until he was hard again and then laid on my back and spread my young legs.He got over me and put his cock into my cunt. He kept calling me Bunny and I went along with it. He fucked me long. I didn't know of Glasgow dogging locations but by the way he was driving me he knew where he was taking me too!We pulled up a car park that was very dark and by the looks of things on some small industrial estate, which I presume meant it would be private, but surely quite? and I only hoped other scottish dogger's knew about this otherwise I was going to have a long night waiting in the car ........BUT I got that wrong, as my master got out and walked me over with the lead to a lamp post and. Darrin settled onto the sofa next to her, poured two glasses with about two inches of brandy, lit a candle and warmed one of the glasses briefly. He handed it to her. "Appreciate its aroma," he instructed.She did enjoy the scent, but the whiff stung her eyes a little, and she suspected brandy was a strong drink. Was he trying to get her drunk so he could have his way with her? With a sly grin, she hoped so.He clicked her glass with his. "To you, Carrie. I didn't know when I offered to help you.