Mike grabbed his pants and pulled out his wallet. Extracting two business cards, he took a pen and wrote on the back of each card. Then handed them to...Bounty and Sara, then kissed Bounty on the cheek and exited the room. Sara looked at the card on it said. The Doghouse Club” below that ‘Denver’s Premier Lifestyle Club where it's ok to be in the Doghouse.” Worded in small print were Mike’s cell and his business number. She flipped the card over and there written on the back it said. Allow free. His boxers quickly followed. He stretched up like a Zeus, all sinewy muscle and power, his penis jutting out, hard and erect. I opened my legs in anticipation. But instead of lying on top of me as I expected, Paul kneeled between my legs and stared at my mound. “Such a pretty pussy,” he said. “So pink and wet.” With his fingertips, he grazed along my outer lips, teasing, twirling my pubic hair, and tracing the length and breadth of my slit. I opened my legs further and felt a rush of cool air. Chandler could say anything in response I pressed ahead, "What was going on was between consenting adults, was it not ladies?"I turned to Natasha and Kirsty and prayed silently that they would back me up.Natasha was the first to speak, "That's what I was trying to explain, Ms.," she said.Kirsty nodded in agreement but remained silent, I just hoped that Ms. Chandler took this as her agreeing with me."I will accept," I continued, "that perhaps we were not carrying out our business in the most. Yeah, Right. I had been trying for a whole year.One day, five boys trapped me in the woods on a footpath leading to Korkys house and beat the piss out of me. Literally. I wet my pants. I tried to hold it all in, but by the time I made it, limping, I was sobbing. I was so embarrassed as Korky opened the door, but I was helpless against the pain, both physical and emotional.Korky opened the door with a smile that instantly evaporated.Oh, Buddy! What happened?Words simply failed me. I was stricken.