He turned off the light, leaving them in near darkness. Only dim shards of light from the streetlamps outside filtering through the blinds illuminated... the room. He sat, quietly surveying his quarry partially concealed in the shadow of the closet as Courtney stared up at the ceiling, tears running silently down her face.She heard the garage door open, signaling that Dylan was home. She choked back a sob as she feared what was about to happen.“Showtime.” Michael said, excitedly.Courtney listened. You just seem to well trained to have had a mean master."The two made their way through the studio outside where Jillian opened the back door to her SUV and Hector jumped in without being asked. The weathergirl smiled at how well trained the dog was and got behind the wheel and started up the engine.She turned her head around to back up, and was greeted with another sloppy lick from the huge dog."Now will you stop that," she laughed as his tongue found her mouth again. "How is a girl supposed. Your wearing a tight blouse showing lots of cleavage with no bra. a skimpy mini skirt rides high above your knees showing off your ass. in your stilettos your walk over to me, running your hand down my chest you grab my cock through my pants. i wrap my hands in your hair and pull your head back as you press you body against mine. i pull you skirt up, and run a finger over your clit. " your not wearing any panties" i say, " get on your knees". using both hands you undo my belt and pull my pants. They were a nice looking couple.She and Tonya went to a bachelorete party with a group of girlfriends. She had told me that one of the girls was going to hire a couple of male strippers to come by the party.I felt that she had let that slip-out, just to stimulate my imagination, which of course it did. All night I imagined the most decadent scenarios, (which were sure not to actually happen, but if was fun letting my fantasies play).When she came in late that night she immediately climbed into.