I need you,” I informed him.“I’ve picked up enough feces and mopped up enough urine for a lifetime. I hate animals,” he claimed, shaking his l...eg as the puppy latched onto his pants with his mouth, growling playfully, tail wagging.“What’s it going to cost me?” I asked.“Two extra weeks’ vacation,” Peter responded immediately.“Done.”I didn’t miss how he bent and ruffled the puppy’s head before leaving. Peter was a real softy wrapped up in gruffness.“Well,” I said to the dog, “don’t pee on my. As I got up, he pulled my hand but I pulled away, smirking at him. The fact that this was all wrong made it so much hotter. I had to decide whether I wanted to make a move now which was risky as hell, or wait until everyone had gone to sleep. Fuck it. It was now or never, this was the moment. We were both longing for it and it wouldn't be a while until dinner was ready. Or so I hoped. Waiting any longer and the feelings would've died. I locked the door and began walking back towards him. He had. John, as tonight's host, received his reward before Ginger but they were so used to taking turns neither worried any more.There had been quite a bit of touchy-feely going on during the first movie though they tended to behave until John and Marilyn's parents had gone to bed before things got "wild". Tonight though they had retired before the end of the first movie since they had to get up early to travel to a wedding.That brought the third reel on early since there was a general feeling that. He pushed me up the stairs to a dingy bed-sit flat. Threadbare carpet, two ring cooker, water heater over a sink that only had a cold water tap, an old armchair that had seen better days and a wooden backed char. In one corner was a dank bed that looked like it needed changing about a year ago. He threw me onto that bed, it smelled of urine, stale sex and rancid sweat, I heaved at the stench and he raped me again and again. His rubber sleeve was not too bad at first but by early evening and the.