On Saturday evening around 7 pm, I was at his flat door, rang the doorbell and Raman opened the door thanked me for coming and allowed me inside and s...ut the door. I had brought a bottle of the Blue Label and gave it to him for which he said, “Why did you bother to bring it, my bar counter is full. Thanks anyway.”We both sat on the sofa and Raman poured us both the Blue Label and we were enjoying our first sip. Raman’s wife came towards us holding a tray with chips and some chicken fried stuff.. As I started eatting her creamypie pussy I could smell Vaseline, I ask if he had fucked her in the ass too. She said yes, and I asked if he had come in her ass too? She said maybe.That night marked the beginning of her having sex with guys with and without my knowledge. One evening she came in from work a little later than normal. I don't know why but I asked if she had been fucking. She was standing in the den wearinga a pair of dress slacks and a button down blouse. She said maybe I have. I. " NO I was now mumbling louder. The man in my mouth grabbed my head and started to pull me around with him as he sat down. I was now on my knees in front of him.My dad was again behind me rubbing my ass and reaching around and playing with my cock.He was leaning over my back really getting aggressive. "I'm going to fuck this tight hole of yours, my cock is going to stretch you wide open."He let go of my cock, spread my cheeks and was again licking my asshole. "Fuck you taste good!"I had to stop. You probably already know the Bar owner is the ultimate boss. She tends to concentrate on the Bar and it’s customers, the head trainer runs the kennels, he is in charge of the handlers, mostly guys, who run the place and ensure the customers are supplied with the dogs they want or request, at least as much as possible. They are the ones who care for the Bar dogs, rotating them so none are overworked. The bitches are also in their care.Although there are sixteen rooms behind the red door, there.