V and Mr. K and the third person is not important!Few Days after the word got out about my business deal i got a request from a female on the social n...etworking site! Lets call her Miss. C ,After a thorough checkup of the profile i accepted the request! And started General conversation for few days! Days went by and one fine day got a message if we could meet for coffee! I was single then and dint see any harm in meeting Miss. C. We decided to meet at a coffee shop in the evening and she came. I went and hid in the loo for several minutes to regain my composure. I didn’t know what to do. I peed while I was there and I also realized I was wet myself. What the fuck is wrong with me?That night was the worst night’s sleep I think I have ever had. Unfocused dreams of Susanna jilling herself inches from my face. I woke up several times with my hand between my own legs and wet sheets. I actually could smell myself like I hadn’t showered in days.Luckily... and I can’t believe I am saying. Well he stopped at the second oftwo landings. He looked at me and barked once. “A bath, now, at this time of the day?” I asked him, asthis was one of our usual routines. He nodded and barked and started up the stairs. Isighed and thought back, it was his week for a bath ashe only did get one when he was dirty from the yard oronce a month. As we had no rain for almost seven weekswell Spot was due for a bath. I sighed and startedunbuttoning the dress I might as well take a showerwith. How she and I would secretly make love next to Lisa, how Lisa would start rubbing herself next to us trying to suppress her moans when she came, how we would do it again together with her, how it all would end in sweat and cum and pussy juices. We had barely left town when she announced that she couldn't wait any longer and that she would do it to herself on the way. I was, of course, pleased by the prospect of having her masturbate next to me while driving across the mountain range that lay.