Michael was already pulling a chair out for her as she sat down and looked at the covered serving dishes in front of her. Moving her head, she looked down to see that it was a matching ottoman to the couches in the room, yet had a slender rod affixed to it. The night air was cold as he walked her out the back door. “Friday is fine,” Michael said, giving her his number and address, “would you be okay with dinner at my place? To Be Continued Read 62265 times |
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Taking deep breaths through her nose, she tried to focus on the man in front of her, rather than what the dog was doing behind her. We can’t have you upsetting Duke now, can we?” Michael said, leaving he perch on the couch and kneeling in front of Bethany, “why don’t we quiet you down while he enjoys his well-earned treat?” As he spoke, his hands worked at the front of his pants, his cock hanging loose and limp before Bethany’s face.
