Stud, in fact the sireʼs real name never appears on any paper which may fall into the hands of the everyday bettor -- the Joe Dunno -- god bless him ...and all his kin. So it is agreed by one and all that Mr. Dunno never knows of Mr. Stud. You are now telling me it his offspring -- Springtime Sunset of which we speak?”“Yes. And no.”“And no? We go to some trouble, not to mention expense, so that all the Mr. Joe Dunnos, they absolutely donʼt know and they bet, which we hope they bet the rent, if not. “Thank you darling,” I simply told her.She said nothing, simply smiling and kissing me full on the lips. I began to thrust into her, harder and faster, loving the feel of my bare cock in her wet pussy.I fucked away at her for ages like this, Helena becoming more and more excited.Later I turned her over onto her hands and knees. I got her in front of the large mirror at the side of the bed and fucked her doggy-style, her lovely ass pressed up against me as I fucked her dripping wet pussy.“Oh yes. Luckily, however, or, maybe not, but, anyway, I was alone both times. And thankfully so, though it might have started an interesting conversation that could have led who-knows-where. The clock gradually made its circuits enough times that it was finally time to go home.Very little of interest happened over the next few days. I eventually met up with Liz at the Golden Fleece on Friday evening for a drink. We debated about Craig’s girlfriend. Did she know? Did she? And how much did she. That’s when I notice I’m on the ground and feel the coolness of the dirt and leaves. Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion and simple thoughts are difficult to complete. I hear a single click again but I still can’t figure out what it is. Then I hear a man’s voice tell me not to move. Someone must be here to help. Thank goodness! I fight to turn my head towards his voice but I don’t understand what I see. There’s a man standing over me holding something and the look on his face is.