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 My Trials in Summer 11, Tank Plant General Directors Suite, It was only a
couple days after Bart had turned over the pictures to his shadowy boss in
the Progressive Party.  A day later Hank Harper's executive secretary
delivered a business sized envelope to his office.  Fortunately, Harper had
strict protocol regarding correspondence items in his office.  If they were
sealed, he forbid his staff from opening his mail...he was old-fashioned in
that regard.

   With many issues on his mind after the morning production meeting,
Harper asked for a tall black coffee and stepped to a small alcove in the
interior of his office to go through the mail.

   He had only taken two sips when he noticed the manila business envelope
with a Detroit city postmark but excessive postage as if it were mailed
from much farther away.  He slid his letter opener in the flap and saw the
note before the pictures referenced in the note.  Harper was aghast as he
read, ...  "You need to resign immediately within 7 days, and announce you
want to spend time changing the business climate in Michigan's legislature
and announce you are running for State Senate.  Once you get elected I
expect you to work with other associates of our "family" to create the
business climate we desire in this state.  If you do not, Henry Harper,
these accompanying pictures of sweet little Hanna will find their way to
newspaper editors from Portland, Oregon to Annapolis, Maryland."

   There was no signature to the note only a large letter P in a triangle,
the logo of the Progressive Party in Michigan.  Harper's heart pounded in
his chest, blood rushed to his temples.  He did not recognize the other
girls depicted in the lesbian daisy chain with his daughter Hanna, he
simply assumed they were some of her empty-headed friends who were either
careless or treacherous.

   He was lost as to what to do immediately where is daughter was
concerned. His mind struggled with if he confronted her the entire
situation could blow up.  He then pondered why not, comply with the
blackmailer and resign?

   He wanted to confide in someone but had no one he could share such
infamous news.  He didn't care about his career with Tank Plant, he just
wanted Hanna protected.  He decided he would tell the au pair but not show
her the pictures or reveal what was causing his sudden retirement.

   Bart's boss the shadowy political figure knew he didn't have to worry
about how Harper's reply would be communicated.  If Harper retired as
expected it would ripple through the Tank Plant and create a cascade of
reassignments, promotion and demotion.

   Bart wanted to have one more party with the greedy and empty-headed
Rhonda before he left Detroit and moved to greener pasture.  The devious
hack couldn't decide if he wanted to spice it up with a little ménage a
trois action or have her over to his place with a couple of his card
playing fellow teachers for a spicy little gang bang.  He had seen her pal
about with a really juicy morsel that was also in their drama class, a red
head he thought named Alice or Alma, he could not remember.

   When Harper made up his mind he entrusted Joan Packard with the news and
made her promise not to mention it to Hanna or anyone until he made his
public announcement about running for political office.

   Joan was elated in one regard with the news, she knew once the campaign
was formed and on the way probably after Hanna headed for boarding school
her skills would be even more valued by Harper.  With him busy on the
election trail there would be ample opportunities to finally seduce the
blonde teen.

   All three boys were alert and attentive in summer school.  Their minds
sharply hanging on every word of their teacher, Mrs.  Manelli.  This was
their first session since her return from tending to her family emergency.
They hoped against hope she was feeling frisky for some fun with them. 
Also, this was the final week and they had to uphold their bargain to work
hard for passing along with whatever assistance she gave them "preparing"

   The summer school session for the day ended without incident but as the
youth filed out of class, all three hanging back trying to be the last to
exit as Mrs.  Manelli stood by the door chatting as students exited. 
Finally, in a dry husky voice, she whispered "I expect to see all--three of
you tomorrow.  No excuses."

   The boys launched themselves down the steps joyfully excited and eager
to return to school the next day for whatever sensual surprise the teacher
revealed.  They rushed off to baseball practice happy and contented.

   Dan was pleased to see good news on his sections production front and
things seemed to be quite mellow in his section.  Is was great having
smooth operations for a change.  He decided it would be a pleasant surprise
for Donna to be taken for dinner this evening.  He called her as he stood
by his desk lighting a cigarette.

   The ring of the phone jolted the woman as she stood in the kitchen
ironing laundry.  She was jumpy but almost elated that it might be the evil
black mailers calling her again for something.  She stood miserably still
before finally walking the few steps and answering the phone.  Morosely she
answered expecting the worst.  It turned out to be her husband.

   After dinner on Tuesday evening momentous events unfolded among the
collection of actors embroiled in these trials of summer.

   Aunt Barbara struck out from the Epstein's to do a little investigating
on her own.  It was with some luck she was able to find her way to the tree
lined neighborhood of Marian Manelli.  She found herself stopped outside
the teacher's townhome around 600pm.

   Under the false pretense of looking for Judd.  Wearing neatly pressed
Bermuda shorts that were opaque enough to show the darkened sheen of her
black panties underneath.  She greeted Mrs Manelli with a charming smile
stating, "I've just popped by to see if my dear Judd may have been
around...he missed supper which is so unlike him." She droned n, not giving
the teacher a chance to reply.  "We thought he might be getting tutoring
from you dear." She stated drily, her eye brows arching wickedly.

   Marian was unfazed and simply explained she had not seen the boy or his
buddies since summer school and assumed they were off playing.  Adding that
she was just settling in for some television after her supper.  She
privately hoped the auburn-haired woman would make a hasty departure after
not finding the youth.  She wanted to have some intimate play time with her
pet Bullet, and her insides were humming with anticipation of a prolonged
session with the animal after being away in Ann Arbor.

   What Marian didn't know was Aunt Barbara was hoping to have some time
alone with both Marian Manelli and her wonderful pet...Bullet.

   Bart was to meet Rhonda and Alma and give them a little treat for dinner
and then whisk them back to his Brownstone for an evening of depravity
under the alibi of girls spending the night at Alma's.  The girls were
already on the metro line headed to meet him at the restaurant.

   His cock already stirring in anticipation at having them at his beck and
call.  Bart lived in what was an upper middle class haven far from the
gritty underbelly of Detroit.  He never worried about leaving his Plymouth
unlocked out front of his Brownstone.  And he certainly didn't think to
look before walking around the rear of his car as he walked to the driver's
side door.

   Bart paused just for a second or so to jiggle his right pocket to be
sure of having his keys with him because though he never bothered locking
his car, he surely wanted to get back into the house when he returned with
the two floozies.

   In that brief window of time he heard a light and sudden "pop,
pop...pop." As .38 caliber, hollow points threaded his right shoulder and
his left thigh while one round went astray.  The shots had come from the
shadows across the street where a Black Mercury Cougar was parked.

   Bart tried to stay upright but slumped onto his behind, propped up only
by the huge rear tire of his Plymouth Barracuda as the Mercury pulled
easily away headed toward uptown.  He would have bled to death had not Mrs.
Kolwalski who lived next door pulled up in a city cab bringing her from the
supermarket and the cabbie used his radio to summon medical authorities.

   The girls and Bart both managed to be disappointed on this night.

   Mrs.  Manelli relented, inviting Barbara inside and offering her coffee.
Each attractive widow eyeing the other with interest as they got acquainted
discussing their careers and lives without husbands.

   Not seeing the dog, or hearing him Barbara asked Marian sweetly, "Is
Bullet alright?  I hope Judd met your expectations for the animal's care
while you were away.  I brought him around by car to make it easier on the
boy."

   This got Marian to refocus on her eagerness to be done with the other
woman so she could be alone with her pet.  "Well thank you, he did a
wonderful job." Mrs.  Manelli retorted as she stood to pour a refill of
coffee for her guest.  The lush orbs of her breast cleavage were
prominently displayed as she bent at the waist.

   Barbara couldn't help but notice the lovely trench of breast meat and
timidly looked away from the woman's flesh as her breath caught and her
skin seemed to tingle from the subtle scent of Marian's body spray and
talc.

   After a second cup of coffee, Marian Manelli wondered silently about how
she could get Judd's increasingly nosy aunt to leave so she could get on
with playing with Bullet.  After a lengthy discussion about their
experience in sororities in college, the teacher came up with an idea. 
"Oh, my look at the time, and I still need to give the dog a bath before my
shows come on." Marian said sweetly.

   This was music to Barbara's ears.  She was subtle in revealing her
girlish flirtations with bisexualism while in college and in her adult life
even with a few of her Soros at Kappa Kappa Gamma.  She immediately offered
to stay and help.

   "Oh, noo...honestly I couldn't ask that of you.  Bullet makes such a
mess at bath time, that's why I'm dressed in this flimsy cotton dress.  But
thank you so much." Marian said to the red-haired woman.

   Barbara raked her gaze over the darker haired woman sitting down the
sofa from her.  Her mind immediately conflicted about digging in and trying
to help and be there for her own selfish reasons.  Either to see the dog
perform or get Marian to perform on her.  She decided to play her last card
saying, "I really don't mind helping you.  It's just us girls...we could
strip down to just our undies." Her voice dry and husky.

   For a long moment, Marian was silent.  She simply looked the woman up
and down trying to decide if she could ignore the latent stirrings she felt
about the woman's bisexuality or she could try and shock the woman into
leaving.

   Barbara wore a generous coat of wet-red lipstick to her full,
well-proportioned oral petals, a shade that complemented rather than
matched the bright red color of her carefully polished fingernails and
toenails.  She always when going in public did her make up to seduce rather
than simply look appealing.  The dark-haired Marian was noticing, the heavy
but tastefully applied face make-up made her look a good ten years younger.

   Marian conceded finally saying, "OK Barbara...we can do it in the
garage. There's a small wading pool that I use and an old day bed Bullet
gets to wallow on when I finish his baths.

   Barbara shivered delectably as tension roam up her spine at the mention
of the day bed and garage where she'd frolicked with the animal before. 
The brunette snapped her from her thoughts by saying, "We can strip out
here so our clothes don't get splashed or wet with doggy hairs." As she
rose from the sofa she began unbuttoning her simple thin house dress.

   Stepping from the dress Marian revealed herself in a matching
peach-colored bra and panties set.  The waist band of the panties were
three inches of see through lace with neat lace ruffling around the leg
openings.  Thick rich, dark swatches of her pussy hairs bulged from sides
of the crotch piece.  The bra was plainly made with firm support under the
heavy juicy breasts.

   Barbara followed suit, slowly shedding her blouse and Bermuda shorts. 
Her plain white white bra and black bikini panties superbly contrasting her
lovely pale figure.

   As Marian led the way down the hall to the garage, both women were
feeling themselves stir with barely concealed arousal.

   Barbara's panties had become wedged in her luscious cracks front and
back due to the Bermuda shorts.  Anyone walking behind her would have been
treated to a view of nearly three quarters of her shapely ass protruding
from the panties.

   The women stopped at the garage door.  Marian pausing, looking back over
her shoulder at Barbara's sensual visage as if to say.  "Are you sure about
this?" before turning the door knob.

   Each woman heard the joyful yip of the animal who had picked up their
delectable but distinct scent of both human females.  The animal now stood
wagging his tail, dark eyes flashed left and right as he snapped his head
to first Marian then Barbara.

   As Marian stepped to the corner bent at the waist to retrieve the child
size wadingpool, her back turned to the dog and Barbara.

   Bullet ambled up to Barbara, his nose immediately filling with strong
gusts of her female odors from perspiration to woman sap.  He swiped his
tongue playfully at her knee before trotting over to Marian.

   She had just turned with the pool in her grasp intending to drag it to
the far end of the garage to the water tap.  Bullet surprised her and
reared on his hind legs putting his fore paws on her waist as he licked and
nuzzled at her exposed belly button leaving flecks of dog slobber on her
skin.

   As she looked down in surprise she wasn't surprised to see the shiny
pink conical tip of his dog-cock peeping from its hairy sheath.

   Barbara moved to Marian's left and saw the animal in profile and saw his
hardening cock also but ignored it, waiting for the other woman's reaction.

   "Down boy.  Let mama get your bath ready Bullet." Marian said firmly as
the animal sat back on its haunches its tail thumping the cool concrete but
not before giving a slobbery wet lick or two along Marian's thighs very
close to her brief pantie crotch.

   Barbara feigned incredulity bringing her hand to her mouth and yipping
out loud, "Oh myy...what a devilish pet you have." Her eyes flashing bright
with increased excitement.

   "Ooh daddy stop...stop it.  Bad boy!  Don't be naughty in front of
guest." Marian chuckled out, playfully admonishing her pet.

   "Marian, do you want me to hold his collar until you get the water
ready?" Barbara asked as she moved closer to the other woman their thighs
almost touching.  The faint odor of her perfumed, somewhat sweat-moistened
crotch wafted into the animal's keen nostrils and his eyes snapped around
toward her, his head playing with the memory of her cunt's flavor.

   Dogs do not have a highly-developed sense of time.  To them any memory,
whether from a day or a year in the past, is as urgent and pressing as if
the event causing the memory had occurred a mere moment before it cropped
up.  That being the case, it is readily understandable how a dog who has
tasted a woman's pussy, and is having a vivid recollection of doing so,
could very easily imagine that it had only just happened.

   The fragrance of her crotch and Marian's is what had triggered his
recall, which had set his mouth to watering just like Pavlov's bell.  Only
it wasn't food Bullet was salivating for: what he wanted was more of these
two different but delicious cunts.

   At the Kosik Home after dinner Donna Kosik feared that she was bi-polar.
On one hand, she was depressed, ashamed and humiliated at her wanton sexual
conduct with the men blackmailing her.  The very fact that she was unable
to loathe and be disgusted when she thought about what they had done to her
made her very depressed.  And on the other hand, she felt like her body was
constantly aroused.  She masturbated constantly to images of cocks
penetrating her, filling her mouth and spurting their wet gloppy cum inside
her cunt.  Her breasts meat would stir lustfully when she thought of Dan
and Bennie discovering what she was up to with the blackmailers.

   Her pussy became moist and buttery at thoughts of her tryst being
observed even by strangers.  It was if a part of her now wanted to harm Dan
with unfaithfulness.  Was it conflict caused by her blaming him for their
inability to produce children?

   With news of Dan's promotion at Tank Plant in the aftermath of Harper's
resignation you'd expect her to be grateful and excited, instead she was
now almost desperate for more sexual release.  She stood at the breakfast
bar in her panties and bra.  Lately she had begun dressing more and more
casual around the house, especially when she was alone.  She found a
certain pleasure in being semi-naked while the guys were away.  Bennie was
off with his pals and Dan was checking things at the Plant.  ** Fiction To
be Continued**