I showed Gia, by feel, how to count the frames and cut the film and then wind it into the reusable cannisters that could just be popped into my camera....I guess it didn't hurt either of us that some of the "feels" turned into gropes and giggles while I developed a raging hard-on. After we had loaded the last cannisters, Gia took my hand and pulled me around behind her. She bent over the counter and pulled me behind to her in a wordless invitation to fuck her sweet soft pussy. I fondled her tits. 'Yes. What about?''I met a young man on the estate yesterday, called Tom Fisher. Do you know him?'Blood rushed to Lady Astley's face again. 'Yes. He is the game-keeper's son.'Arielle laughed briefly. 'Ah, when I saw him, I thought he had an entirely different purpose round here.''What?''He had obviously just finished pleasuring one of the maids — Belinda Stourton, she said. I thought, judging by the size of him, that maybe his job was keeping the ladies of the house contented.''How did you know. It was coincidence that there was a storm going on around the plane at the time too. The end result was that I lost her, and the wound went deep enough that, ten years later I still haven't been on a date. I can blame the bolt, or the company that made it, or maybe the mechanic who torqued it down too tightly. But I can't blame coincidence.Even if we wanted to put all the blame there, that's all we'd have time to do, because even though we don't think about it very much, our lives are full of. She's never had a dick in her mouth before, and now she's being facefucked by a dog. She moaned and pushed a finger inside her warm, wet pussy.Howling, the dog pushed all the way inside Nika's mouth, down her throat, pressing his knot (which was too big to fit) against her face, and his dick started shooting out hot salty cum straight into her tummy, load after load, seeming like it would never stop. Nearing the end, he started to pull out, dripping the last drops of cum on her tongue but still.