This story had at least really happened, she had.“I bet he was wanking that night thinking about me,” Jen would gasp, playing with herself as I te...ased her with a dildo. “Jesus, I wonder what our young boatman would have been doing if he knew that a Labrador dog had licked my cunt that he was looking at only a couple of hours earlier that day?”“Or had a boxer dog’s red cock buried in it the night before?” I would whisper to her, but as she now firmly believed this lie was the truth then this. She'd thought about that a lot the last few days, how every time they talked they retraced the same ground. That had to change; she couldn't leave without putting all of her cards on the table. It might not change anything, but at least she would know she'd been as honest as possible. "You okay?" Brody's voice shook her out of her thoughts. "Yeah, I was just thinking." She took a breath. "Can we go somewhere and talk?" "Sure. Um, my place?" "Maybe we could walk or something? It's not that. Every cell in him screamed, and he could feel a cry settling itself in his throat as his head fell back against the wall behind him with a noisy thud. This was how he would die. He was sure of it. His slender thighs rubbed together, a weak attempt to alleviate the agony between them, but to no avail. Then, the noise made its way out, strangled and with lips that trembled around it. He cried out wordlessly, the sound bouncing off the echoing room. His mouth moved over noiseless words, until one. “And I want to play with your ass.”“I hope you’re not going to try to stick your fist up there!” she almost shouted.We both laughed, and I told her no, but she had a sweet ass and I wanted to play with it.She rolled over on her belly and I straddled her back. My cock and balls rested on the base of her spine. After a cursory two or three minutes of my unskilled massage I told her it was time for my dessert. I hopped up and over to the room service cart. I had ordered a small bowl of fudge swirl.