Then she picked up one of the straps, adjusting the buckle. She'd removed the shoulder straps from the sports bags of their luggage set; an anniversar... present from him. "First, your legs" she stated, wrapping it around the back of the chair leg and securing it around his ankle.With both legs secured, she waited a minute before continuing. She didn't want to rush it for fear of arousing anxiety in him and have him fight her off. She sat on the floor at his feet, reasoning her submissive. You know I hate that fucking term.” JJ fumed, glaring at him. She wasn’t the only one. Lane looked annoyed as well and Christine just looked sad. “Yes, I have someone, assuming it is ok if he is a she. Carol is available for assignment. She is ex-Secret Service, was a protection specialist assigned to the State Department for a little more than five years. I made her an offer when she was in town, protecting some South American shithead.”“Um ... I don’t know, JJ. I’m sure she is awesome at what. I wanted it bad. I could hear Dagon start to pant. He was getting close. I reached further down and gently squeezed his balls.At last I was rewarded. He started to cum. He started to cum in my mouth, flooding it until it was spilling past my lips. Hot, watery dog sperm and I was swallowing the metallic tasting liquid down my throat and into my belly. I was swallowing it as if it was the best tasting mudslide I had ever had in my life.I was now a real dog slut and I didn’t mind. I even felt. To paraphrase an old saying generally used when referring to children, both managers were wont to say and I quote, 'sluts (that's me and Maya and the rest of the strippers) should be fucked and not heard'. Oh that's not to say that we couldn't make any sound, we just weren't expected to articulate anything that even remotely resembled conversation aside from the usual grunts and groans and vulgar requests that ladies don't make but sluts are expected to.And then suddenly the bulging head of.