"--- "Yes. But we think we will extend it to any male dog you encounter."She dropped her head a bit.--- "Is it too much for you, slave?"--- "No, sir. ...n order is an order. But ..."--- "But what?"--- "Sir. We have a dog in our house."--- "And does he want to fuck you?"Lilly thought for a second.--- "I think so, sir. He licked me there more then once."--- "So, what should you do about it?"--- "I'm a whore, sir. I exist to be used. I shouldn't have rejected him. I'm very sorry, sir."--- "Yes. You. She then dropped down and began to paint Terry’s toe nails hot pink. Once she was done, she went back in the bag and produced a package of long glue on nails and a bottle of super glue. She proceeded to super glue the long nails onto Terry’s fingers then paint them the same hot pink. The Whore next removed the shower cap and poured water all over Terry’s head, washing out the goo. She took the same towel and dried his hair. She held a mirror to show Terry that his long hair was now the same red. They swung and smacked into my friend over and over again.That wicked sound echoed through the air. It resounded back and forth. I loved it. I smiled, savoring every thrust. Every plunge of my cock into juicy pussy. Stacey whimpered, her cunt squeezing down around me.“Oh, god, she's devouring me, Mistress!” groaned Kendall. “She's just feasting on me. It's incredible.”“I bet it is,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, I love it. This is going to make me cum so hard!”“Mmm, I bet it is!” she moaned.. "You aren't fightingagainst it all the time. I should imagine you feel a darned sighthappier than most people."Burt shrugged, unsure how to respond. "I suppose." And you do make a good servant." She smiled mischievously.Burt had a feeling she was having him on but for the life of him hecouldn't work out why. "How come you're packing up?" he asked. Hepointed with a toss of his head. "The rest of the fair ain't moving onyet."The old gypsy placed the box she was carrying in the back of her.