But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his co...ch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five minutes. Ten minutes. Seventeen minutes passed before Sam curtly replied, "Not. Jake had been investigating the crime, but all he knew for certain was that the kidnappers were not now in Santa Fe. He had found traces of them on a lonely trail outside of town, but was not skilled enough in tracking to follow their trail over frozen ground and rocks. That afternoon, Jake and I left on horseback to look at their trail. We followed for a while, but I wasn't able to get much further than Jake had. The trail was old and I was not up to the task. But I knew somebody who was:. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out."I just needed to rub my thighs against each other to feel myself completely wet. I already knew that there was nothing I could do when one of his hands groped my right thigh and slid up it slowly until it reached my inner thighs, then my panties, where he tightened his grip and massaged my pussy over my underwear. Then he brought his fingers near to my face just to see his shining wet fingers.He grabbed my waist and turned me over my belly, unzipping my dress. Trying to look down as she continued to suck on the K9 cock in her mouth, she saw another dog licking at her crotch. Both hands went there and she drew her lips apart to allow access into her tunnel of love.The dog, as if he could read her mind, jabbed his tongue into her tunnel and began lapping the succulent juices there. Diana's hips began thrashing and bucking from the oral assault and the dog, sensing her complete abandonment to her feelings, pulled his tongue out moved over her and.