I try to jerk my wrists apart, testing the restraints, needing reassurance they are doing their job. All these feelings harmonize – peace, arousal, ...eed, submission, trust. There's no need to slip her fingers between my legs to test my wetness; she does anyway."I'm gonna take such good care of you, baby," she whispers, then kisses my cheek and squeezes my dangling hands."I know you will," I whisper back, yanking on my handcuffs once more. God, I love that sound.My eyes stick to her slender. In walked a couple of Mike’s ex- coworkers from the foundry, dirty, and smelling of sweat. Their clothing and bodies covered in a fine black film, dirt and grime from the foundry. The black film wouldn’t wash away, it was deep in their nostrils and lay deep in their lungs. Mike had been laid off for 2 months now, he still woke up in the middle of the night with a stuffy head full of the fine black powder. “Hey Mike” they said as they walked by taking seats at the bar next to him. Mike shook his. In that instant, a ripened sphere of pure lust blasted through me. The random thrusts of his steely shaft brought a powerful throbbing sensation. My velvet walls contracted and massaged his cock urging the release of scolding hot ropes of cum which shot powerfully into my orgasm wracked pussy. We growled like wild beasts, rutted like Bison to an intensely mutual climax. “I can hear dogs,” I said.“I can too Catherine, they are getting closer,” he said.“I couldn’t get used to them calling you. Rachel laughed to herself and left. Annie was the first to see her and gave her a big smile. “There she is!” Annie said as Rachel walked into the kitchen. Indica was there as well as Carrie and one of the crew, eating and omelette. They had prepared one for Rachel too and she also got herself a coffee and a glass of OJ. “What did you do to that poor dog?” Rachel then said to Indica. “Well, someone needed to show him who was boss” she said back, and the table laughed. “How many times then?”.