“You come with me to see my buddies.”She felt several hands smoothing over her round ass cheeks as she was taken to a table. “Look at what I fou...d boys, a stray bitch dog and she’s married,” he said, mentioning her wedding rings. Karen counted four men, five including the one holding her leash.Their faces brightened, seeing the naked woman on her hands and knees. “Maybe we should teach this bitch it isn’t safe to wander away from her owner,” one mentioned.“I agree with you,” he gleamed.She was. All my friends were aware of this and use to tease me. I had a special friend among my group, her name was Ranjana (name changed) and we shared a very close relationship. She was also my agony aunt and I use to confide in her for all things. In our group we had her sister also who was going around with a close friend of mine. We all use to go swimming together after work and then come back to my friends pad (who was a bachelor and staying alone) and party together. Her sister and my friend use. She went to visit them in the summer; my wife died while she was gone. My parents already explained how "Mommy drank too much apple juice one night, and she went into the wrong side of the road, and was hit by a big truck. But she is with the angels now," they told her. "She was in a happier place." And she beilieved it. Economy was rough, society was brutal; I could hardly take her out to eat anymore with all of the budget cuts. There for a while, I thought I couldnt even raise my own. “Dogging?” she asked, more aware of the term than he. She’d, they’d, never explored their voyeuristic tendencies. She supposed it would do something for her, most things did. “Okay,” she said, and then they set about researching local venues, spots, where they might indulge. “Are you sure about this?” he asked as they pulled up at what was apparently a renowned dogging spot. She laughed nervously and leaned across, offering him her response as a simple kiss. They sat quietly for a few minutes,.