The man wouldn’t talk to them. Both were in prisons, obviously different ones. The woman, since she was already in prison, decided to confess that... she had been having sex with the dogs and the man rarely interacted with them. We were told she had a perverse smile on her face. Apparently, she let the dogs have her anytime they wanted. She preferred sex with them over her husband.”I stared at her for a moment as the information fully sunk in. “So … that was a trained response for them. . Do you mind?" Oh, no, Sir. I'll stay right here." She moved to kneel in her spot beside his big desk.Damon busied himself at the bar for moment, handing her a drink as he left the office.Harold had smirked when Alex had walked into the office nest door. What a fucking prude. A good looking prude, he corrected himself. There was something different about the dress. It looked, well, sexier, somehow. Or was it the way she walked. She looked, well, sexier than he remembered. But she was wearing her. Both of us highly aroused and pressing our bodies so close together from breast to hip, that there was no room between us. We ground our bodies together bringing us both to a breathless orgasm. We cried out inside each others mouths and I am sure the rest of the crowd around us did not know that it had happened to us.We both took off for the loo to tidy ourselves up and change our make up. Side by side at the basins we could look at each other and see the beauty that we had just offered each. After a while, Billie felt better and went over to stand in front of the cracked mirror on her dresser. She fluffed her long hair out, then hooked it behind her ears, turning first one way and then the other... pleased with the way it looked. Is that what Hanson had seen in her? The short turned-up nose and gay blue eyes? The freckles and wide, full mouth all curvy at the corners? Billie smiled into the mirror and her cheeks dimpled cutely. Then she blushed red at how she was thinking about.