And no-one ever found out why.But that was all going to change...The doorbell rang, breaking me out of my reverie: with a curse, I pushed the magazine...to the floor, kicking it under the lounge and hastily pulling up my boxers and jeans to hide my raging hard-on. The doorbell rang again."Just a sec!" I called out, doing my best to disguise the tent in my pants (without success), and straightening out my shirt as I made my way to the door. Throwing it open, I was confronted by one of my best. And yet the massive butt-stretching insertion of his cock remained in place. I glanced behind me. The German Shepherd had dismounted, turning, and now stood rump to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inrush of air as I felt his cock knot begin to swell inside the snug grasp of my tight little asshole. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to expel him before his knot engorged to its full dimensions. But it was already too late. The base of his prick grew. People were filling the gym, slowly but surely turning into a loud waiting crowd as the fight time neared. She watched the referee get in and after him the announcer- that must mean the fight was about to start. She fiddled nervously with the pendant on her neck- she wasn’t comfortable in this situation and she wanted it over with. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s fight! You are in for a good one,” the announcer’s voice blared from the speakers, announcing the beginning of the fight.. Mevrouw Rosamund looked less than her fifty-six years and I had the impression of nobility in her upbringing, but of course I did not like to ask.Five feet six inches in height, she was a slim woman of regal posture and well-cut features. She always wore her honey-gold hair piled up in permanent waves, the style being reminiscent of the inter-war period. Her eyes were pale blue, puckered at the corners by crows' feet and wrinkles from so much smiling. Her lips formed a delicate line which.