**He‘s called Mr. D for a reason**
“Go and get ready, Lou.”, my Owner said.
I frowned and looked at him with expectant eyes.
“I invited a friend over to do some deepthroat training with you today. Go and get ready for it. Make yourself look presentable. I want to show you off. Make me proud, my slut.”, he explained.
A wave of joy hit me. I instantly started smiling. This toy was finally gonna get used by several men again!
These last few weeks had been hard on us, too much stress, too little sex and playtime. But we were finally getting back into our training routines.
I was full of energy and excitement.
“Yes, Sir! I’ll get ready right now. At which time will he be coming over? And…um… who is it, by the way?”, I asked expectantly.
“For you, he’s Mr. D.”, my Owner replied.
I laughed. Yeah, I mean, why not? We got Mr. A and Mr. C so far, not the most inventive thing, but it makes sense to have a Mr. D for sure. However, I was wondering if we would ever me3t a Mr. B in the future… There must have been a reason for my Owner to skip this letter, but I didn’t have enough time to thoroughly think about it, since I had to get ready for a playdate now!