But she was unable to remain still for long. She smashedher pussy down on the wooden desk and moved like she wasfucking it, moaning desperately, her f...ngers grasping atthe strap on her waist in reflex. Eric didn’t waste amoment. His large hand came down on her ass cheeksfirmly. One of his fingers hit a corner of the padlockand it hurt – but he was willing to bet that she washurting even more. He hit her again, then again.Her ass had gone from creamy white to bright pink, but. Iproposed Monica to call Frank and ask him to come over. Frank didn'tanswer his phone, so we got voicemail and asked him to call back.Monica got dressed in his masculine clothes, but continued sobbing overthe loss of his femininity. He kept his hands going over his body. Overhis flat chest as if he tried to pull boobs back out. Over the bulge inhis crotch, willing it away. Monica had to pee and went to the toilet.It took ages before Monica returned. It must have been taken 30 minutesbefore he. Since those early days of this adventure, when we experimented with sex, the relationship changed dramatically. It might seem dramatic to say that a dog and woman could have profound interactions and feelings. To be completely honest, it took me a little time to fully accept the idea myself. I would have been exceedingly happy with merely having the same relationship with the good sex on top of it. But, there was more. He was somehow more attentive to me; and, I was clearly more attentive. "--- "I mean. I'm yours, and I let myself being used by him."--- "Girl. You are ours. But you're a slut to be used. It's just what you are. A hole to be fucked by anyone who want to."--- "Yeah." --- said Hank --- "Let us make it a rule. From now on, you're forbidden to prevent anybody from fucking your holes."--- "Yes, sir."--- "I think the man has a point." --- said Sam re-watching the video. --- "What he said about what you are. Don't you?"--- "This is the only thing I am good for." --- she.