Eating and talking was probably the last thing I wanted, yet Debbie is my wife. I have loved her with all my heart for almost twenty years. What makes... her happy, makes me happy.Debbie served us both and then sat down across from me. Debbie is a straight shooter. We don’t keep secrets and we don’t tell lies to each other. I mean that in the best sense because although Debbie has always felt it’s important to be truthful, she’s never cruel or hurtful. Words come from her heart, always with. In the past four weeks, the Doggy Bordello had been used three times, and one woman had ordered two dogs for fucking on the same day. Grace was sure that the woman had no real idea of what she was asking for, but Grace was willing to accommodate the customer if she paid in advance.Samson had been sold to a woman in the social elite, so Grace was hoping for some word-of-mouth advertising. That was the best kind of advertising there was, and the woman was very enthusiastic about Samson after her. John Goodman had been a security guard at the museum for 10 years, he was 41 years old and in reasonably good shape. He had been happily married to Amy for 19 years and they had two teenage daughters Jessica and Katrina. He didn't need the job he had made a small fortune in the antiques trade and had retired 5 years ago. However he soon got bored at home and so started work at the Natural History museum. He liked his job it gave access to many of his interests without the crowds of people seen. "Uhhmmm ... what are you doing young man?" I asked enjoying his touch.He looked up at me and smiled."I'm painting a ring on your clit."Again his brush touched my clit and made me shiver from excitement. I instinctively spread my legs wide ... as far as I could. My breathing was becoming more difficult and hiding it from him was as well."Ohhhhhh ... you know if you continue treating me like this I might act very un-lady like," I whispered.He turned his wide, excited eyes at my face and grinned.