” I thought about what Ann had said, I couldn't fully agree about Hazel, it was relaxing alright, and it was sure enjoyable, but I think it was more...than just a job for Hazel. Suddenly, I realized that Ann had called me a whore, indirectly, but a whore nevertheless. I thought that over and realized I didn't care a hell of a lot, as long as it didn't sour it between us. Then I recognized that Ann knew about Hazel and it didn't make any difference to her. I walked over to Chuckie and told him I'd. Amazingly I find our elderly neighbour Mrs Kemp, seated there. She is thrilled to see me.By her legs sits a big brown lovely dog.She greets me and explains it's her daughter's dog and that she's minding it for a few weeks while they are on holiday.I sit beside the handsome animal to stroke its fine coat.When I stroke his head his lovely eyes look deeply into mine.My pulse quickens.He has that magic something; personality, sex appeal, masculinity.I'm drawn by him: want him.Mrs Kemp talks on. ”“Oh,” Joe said. His smile dwindled. “So...”“No, Joe, I decided Frank Theater isn’t a good fit with your play. I was on the fence, especially considering the revising I thought the play needed, and, well, I don’t know if it would have been fair. You’re a real talent, Joe. Especially considering how young you are. I’d love it if you sent me everything you write. And maybe you can see one of my shows, to give you the style and focus I tend towards. I really like your language. It’s what attracted. Thats the eact position a slut shouldbe in!!!" she said.She then went into the room for a few minutes and returned with herstrapon attached to her pelvis with the dong moving provocatively eachtime she took a step. She took out a condom and then put it over thestrapon. She then put a blindfold on me."Why are you blind folding me??" I asked"Well you want to suck on my cock dont you!! So what does it matter ifyou're blind folded??" she said. She took her time as she teased me with the cock around.