She reached up with her hands and hooked the waist of my pants just behind my hips, working them down in time to my involuntary lifting to drive deeper into her face. She got to nine, and again stopped counting. I was very proud of her, even if the others mumbled disappointment. Mike giggled- yes, giggled- softly. She felt Mother’s hands helping with the ropes that went under her arms and secured her to one corner of the trunk. The dog’s knot had expanded enough to lock the dog inside of her abused cunt. Arnold was an imposing man, but he doted on his daughter, and she adored him. Slut dished out breakfast, which Bitch delivered. “My pleasure. Both voices were drowned out when I lay down between my pets on a large gurney. It’s hard, at first, letting go, not fighting.”
Slut nodded and smiled.
