Randall And Anthony - Enjoying their doggies<br/><br/><strong>"Well"</strong>, said Anthony after the two bitches began fucking themselves in earnest,<strong>"I think they'll get along just fine."</strong>He moved back, and knelt in front of Candy, watching her with quite a bit of interest.<strong>"Her mouth is bigger than Mimi's....."</strong>He didn't have to explain further, and let the sentence trail off, Randall would understand, and the two naked girl-puppies so busily fucking each other were already beyond parsing human speech.  It was, by their own pre-agreed rules, technically Randall that would get Candy for the night, but he well understood his brother's dilemma.  He'd been given the nick name 'Trunk' on his college squash team, for good reason, and Randall didn't mind giving up his 'turn'.  It would mean that he would enjoy Mimi, and she was a lively, and vocal fuck, especially after she'd been warmed up with a good whipping first.<br/><br/>Randall waved at Candy, who'd just cum for the...third, or maybe fourth time, he'd already lost count,<strong>"Why don't you take the new bitch for the night?  I'll take Mimi."</strong>He leaned forward, peering beneath the two bitches, and watching as they ground their wet puppy cunts together so furiously,<strong>"And hell no, you don't get them both." </strong>Anthony already had his mouth open to suggest exactly that, then snapped it shut with a wry grin.<strong>"Thanks, Brother"</strong>, then switching to French continued,<strong>"Do you think the new bitch is ready to be taken out?  In public?"</strong>Randal, by then, had one hand between Candy, and Mimi's asses, fingers wrapped around the slippery wet green dildo they were impaling their wet little pussies on, and looked up at his brother's question, and shrugged.<strong>"The club released her, and they wouldn't have if there were any doubts."</strong><strong>"Any way"</strong>, he said, while wiping his cunt-soaked hand on Mimi's hungrily thrusting ass,<strong>"We show up a little late, after everyone's already started drinking, and we watch her closely.  If we have to, if she screws up and says something, people will blame the booze for making them hear things, and we leave in a hurry."</strong><br/><br/>Randall picked up his drink, and stared into the mostly empty glass, eager for another, but forgetting which of Candy's tits he'd milked last.<strong>"Right side"</strong>, Anthony offered helpfully,<strong>"You're right handed, and you faced her last time, and filled your glass from her left breast."</strong>Randall was a bit jealous of his younger brother's prodigious memory, and ability to use logic to fill in the blanks, but his skills did come in handy, even though Anthony wasn't above showing off every now and then.<strong>"Right, thanks"</strong>, Randall said, switching back to English.  Anthony scooted out of the way, as Randall knelt in front of Candy, and slapped her hard across her drool smeared face.  Her eyes cleared, just for a moment, long enough for her to focus on Randall as he tugged on her collar, forcing her up on her paws.<strong>"This will serve as a test run.  If she does well, we'll try the bitches at the park next."</strong>, he said while reaching beneath Candy, and stroking her right tit,<strong>"We can tie their leashes off on a bench, or something, and let every dog in the park take turns raping them."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"While we record it"</strong>, he added, while standing and swirling his then half filled drink.<strong>"Another five or so minutes, then we'll have to pry them apart, and start their enemas."</strong>Both the puppies were wet, drooly messes, pussies, and faces, even their asses, the insides of their thighs dripping wet, and both continued whimpering, and mewling as they ground their puppy cunts together, each cumming again...and again...and again.  It was a cruelly effective way to control them.  There was literally nothing they wouldn't do for a chance to find even temporary relief from the gnawing hunger for release that burned constantly within their girl bodies night and day.  If it meant suffering the repeated humiliations of forced nudity, sex with whoever their Masters decided on, and pretending to be mindless bitches for a chance to get fucked, they'd do it, they'd beg for a chance to do it.  Monsieur Marc was a genius, he'd recognized that unique potential weakness, and had exploited it, and eventually formed the Club, and attracted like minded men and women, keen to enjoy those sweet tortures.  Randall turned, and looked over his shoulder as he walked toward the apartment,<strong>"Keep an eye on them Anthony, I'll get their enemas ready"</strong>.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course"</strong>, Anthony replied, moving back in front of Candy, and tilting her pretty face up toward his,<strong>"Take your time, Randy"</strong>Randall walked into the apartment, grumbling under his breath,<strong>"Randall, not Randy"</strong>, he detested the nickname, and the only one that got away with using it was his Brother.  He had planned on giving Mimi a rather cool enema, which would cause cramping almost immediately, but since it was a festive occasion, he decided to give both puppies a treat, and administer very warm enemas instead.  He added the other ingredients to his drink first, stirred it, then took an experimental sip before setting it to the side.  He ran the kitchen tap until the water ran hot, then filled a large bowl, and began emptying the six blue bulbs he'd filled earlier for Mimi, and refilling them with hot water.  They'd ordered another set for Candy, green instead of blue, along with two real enema kits, including nozzles, stands, and bags, (which hadn't arrived from the UK yet).  Until the kits did arrive, the bulbs sufficed.  He pulled the green bulbs from a kitchen cabinet, and filled them, and stacked them, along with Mimi's, (and his drink), on a wide plastic tray, and carried it back out onto the terrace.<br/><br/>Candy and Mimi were still at it, and Anthony was still watching with rapt attention, saying something to Candy that Randall missed over the constant whines, whimpers, and words the two bitches uttered in guttural, exquisite pleasure.<strong>"I think it's time we attempt to pull these two apart"</strong>, he said, while carefully setting the tray down on the floor near the two bitches.<strong>"You take Candy, since she's yours tonight, I'll take Mimi."</strong>Anthony hooked his fingers beneath Candy's collar, and waited for Randall to do the same with Mimi, then said,<strong>"Ok....now!"</strong>Together the two brothers pulled the wildly fucking puppies apart, still desperate to grind their pretty puppy asses together, until the well used dildo fell with a wet 'SCHLOP' onto the floor between them.<strong>"Good girl, Mimi"</strong>, Randall purred, while pulling her close to him,<strong>"Lots of cums for my slutty, shameless bitch!"</strong>He turned her around, positioning her with her face only inches from the shiny wet dildo that had spent the last half hour inside her, and commanded her,<strong>"Bottom's up, Mimi.  Enema time"</strong>.<br/><br/>Anthony did the same with Candy, spinning her about, and leaving her to contemplate the slick wet fuck-toy she and Mimi had enjoyed together.  He gave her ass one sharp slap,<strong>"You two reminisce, Candy.  In English.  And tell our pretty Mimi how much you enjoyed fucking her."</strong>With a wide grin, he grabbed one full green bulb, and after swiping it's tip between the swollen, and very wet lips of her pussy, taking advantage of her own copious amounts of natural lubrication, pushed the tip inside her anus, then slid the length of bulb's nozzle inside her, until the round portion of the bulb was nestled between the cheeks of her ass, and against the tight round pucker of her anus.<strong>"No leaking, Candy, or you'll be spanked"</strong>With that, he pressed the palm of his hand against the bulb, and pushed, forcing a pint of hot water into Candy.<br/>