She licked the shaft, the head, balls. She felt an ass against her face, stuck out her tongue and rimmed the ass hole she tasted. She hated that. It...was clean but the thought...if she had been capable of thinking. Then the cock was back at her lips and she was being face fucked. She felt ….paws on her back! A dog! She had told him of the fantasy. The humiliation of it. Being treated as nothing but a fucktoy. She had told him that her deepest desire was for him to use her to fulfill his. I had once again woken up in an empty bed, feeling the pangs of my loss both in the absence of the warm body that should be next to me, and in the raging morning erection that I was sporting. I heard the soft sounds of water splashing through the open window, and looked out to see Rhonda working her way along the length of the pool. An evil thought came to mind, so I grabbed a towel and headed out to the yard.Rhonda didn't see me since she was face-down in the water, so I slipped into the. Jean started to play again, this time with a banana shaped vibe, Steve was busy with his camera and Jean was lost somewhere in her dreams, she started to cum a couple of times then stopped and spread her pussy for us to see, she was soaking wet, I couldn’t help but dip a couple of fingers in there and have a play, Jean concentrated the vibe on her clit, then I had one finger in her pussy and the other up her arse, I thought I had spoilt the moment when she pulled my fingers out and told Steve. " "But not like this job." "What makes this job different from all the others he's had?" "He was a female impersonate." "Your brother was a..." "Yes, and it's not easy to be a female impersonator when you're six foot two." "Six-two? I thought your brother was much shorter?" "He was, but he grew." "How could your brother grow?" "Oh, George! You know how our son Ronnie grew!" "Your brother was already grown." "That's what everybody thought. But my brother was determined to be a model." "A model?.