They sought him out, and afterwards would all say the same thing—that he looked strong, assertive, but also tender and considerate. They trusted him...to go with them to the darkest recesses of their own subconscious, but knew that he had enough self-control to only go as far as they were willing. Jason smiled to himself as he though of the last woman he had been with. She was tall, voluptuous, with shoulder-length black hair and teased bangs. She wore tight leather, fishnets and five inch black. As the masters friends, 6 random dudes who had obviously been found for this express purpose, entered the room, I collected my wetness on my fingers and then swirled it around my clit. My high was intensifying all feelings so that as I began fingering my clit, it felt like an electric current was crackling all over my skin. I let my left hand just continuously roam all over my body, skimming over my belly, pausing to squeeze my breast, caressing up my neck, raking my fingernails over my scalp.. It wasn't until I felt something cool against the back of my right thigh almost under my skirt. I stopped and turned thinking it was a kid or some man. I saw this Shepard with his tail wagging and he was trying to get his nose under my skirt. I shoved his head away and said "No, bad dog, go home." He did not pay any attention to me, he tried again and I told him to go home again. He was clean and well groomed. He had a collar with a dog tag. I looked at it closely and it said, "My name is King,. She was out, hard core. As a man with little to no restraint, I couldn't let this moment pass. In this lifestyle she had chosen, what was one more cock? Why did she have to know? Who was I hurting? Once I had decided to be a bastard, I turned off all the lights and got undressed. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe my luck. I reached out and started by fondling a titty. Jiggling them around, pinching the nipples playfully, not trying to wake her. I put her hand on my cock for.