It was Dancer who was making the young Kim feel half-mad with lust and ecstasy. It was Dancer, the Irish Setter who had been let out of his kennel cag... by the twins only moments earlier. It was Dancer, the glossy, long-haired dog with the long, floppy ears and the long snout who was crouched at the end of the bench opposite where Dee squatted over Kim's face. It was Dancer the dog who had his head resting on the bench between Kim's spread thighs, his snout nosing into her cunt.His cold wet. Not surprising that you didn’t remember me.”“But you can remember me so I should be able to remember you.”I smiled as I thought “I doubt you ever masturbated to thoughts of me so why would you remember me? You on the other hand fed many of my masturbatory fantasies” and then I said:“A subject for another time, but right now we need to get on the problem of your missing husband. I’m going to ask you some very personal questions and while you may be reluctant to give them I need completely honest. ‘Is this how you do business? Is this how you treat your customers?’ ‘Listen, Pal, if you have a problem with the way that I do business, report me to the Better Business Bureau,’ said the owner of the store walking away and leaving Joe there to stew. ‘And if you continue to make a scene in my store, I’ll call the police and have you arrested,’ he said turning around and pointing to the door. ‘Now, get out of my store and take that pile of junk with you.’ ‘Report you? I’ll do better than that,’. She was afraid she overstepped her boundaries."You are right Gina. She will need time but in a week with hard training, she will be a good bitch. I suppose Alex will enlarge her tits and induce milk in her too. Most animals here are brought along to milk. What kind of pony will you make Gina? Will you need time too?" Master smiled.Gina's heart sank if Linda was a cow and Jackie a bitch and both would milk then surely ponies would milk too. Even if the dogs fucking Jackie had been hard to watch.