And I underestimated Grace. The hold her fears have on her and the appeal of the outside world as a means to escape them. Grace is more human than wha... I could have anticipated. And in so many ways just as desperate as I am. I told her she had the right to choose. At the time, I thought I meant those words. I was wrong in that assumption as well. My motivation for finding her is for my own selfish reasons. I know I should let her go. That would be the right thing to do. But, I can’t. She is. He crossed towards the bed staring down at my spread cunt. He reached down with a large hand and ran a finger up my snatch. My hips bucked up wildly and I turned my head embarrassed to be acting that way. “Fuck girl, I know Duke didn’t touch you but you’re wet. You thinking about me slut?” I whimpered keeping my head turned away. I couldn’t tell him I’d been thinking about Duke’s cock, or even about his cock raping my mouth last night. What would that make me. His hand came down with a. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to caress her, but I knew that I must not. Not until Mistress asked me to."Would you like to" - she paused, as though thinking - "would you like to smell them?"With a horrible sinking feeling, I realized that I wanted that more than anything in the world. Every sordid, hidden act of self-manipulation, every dirty, inappropriate thought, every stolen glance, all had led to this moment. I hated myself. I'd never felt so horny.I nodded, lowering my gaze.. I concentrated on trying to read doggy expressions as they neared orgasm.In a way I could understand why I was in this silly nurse's uniform, because I was sort of giving essential and much wanted treatment to these darling horny frustrated dogs. I made a mental note to ask Adam how often they did get milked, because it just seemed unfair that the horses were looked after so well while there didn't seem to be the same care taken to look after the dogs. Would Oscar be jealous if I started.