Dido: The Unauthorised biography in Words and Pictures (англ.яз.)

The dog, obedient to his master's slightest touch, raised his head high, and with open mouth and panting tongue barked loudly in response, appearing to grin up at the lovely, naked girl. The big-man made a lewd chuckling sound and patted the huge boxer's head affectionately. Then: "How about it, Silk? She look as good as usual?" "It's Lily," the tall, scrawny man with a hawkish, pitted face and the fleshy clothes responded. "She hasn't changed, Boss," he added, sprawled in his chair with gaunt legs stretched out, a scotch-and-soda in his bony hand, his own prick lurching in covetous lust inside his shorts. "You stupid sonofabitch! I know who she is!" the blind-man spat angrily. "It's the scene I want. What the hell do you think I keep you around for… your brains? Now, start painting word-pictures for me with that filthy voice of yours before I order Launcelot to rip your nuts off!" Silk Weaver came quickly to attention. He'd overstepped his boundaries and knew it. He sat upright, stealing a first glance at the tremendous, broad-shouldered, seeing-eye boxer before drinking in the lewd sight of the luscious, kneeling blonde-girl who was gazing down with ever-growing excitement in her desire-filled green-eyes at the rock-hard shaft of oversized flesh jerking convulsively to the touch of her small, gently stroking hand. "She's just the way you like 'em, Boss ...»