” I helped him, undressed him. Stripped him, his cock jutting out obscenely. Just how I liked them.He pushed me back onto the bed, I spread my legs,...as he went down on me, his tongue busy running the length of my outer labia, before parting it again with his tongue, a he knew how to use. He probed inside my inner labia, but not penetrating me with. I was panting, on the edge of orgasm. His tongue headed south, south to my anus, where he discovered my butt plug.“That pompous twat said you were a. Every few seconds, they would stop what they were doing and glance in my direction, as if to make sure I was still there.“What are you doing here?” I asked when my beautiful girlfriend finally reached me.“It’s complicated,” she admitted, slightly guiltily. “I was the one who came up with the whole Bestiality Championship concept. I never thought it would become this big. Nor did I foresee the fact that I would be asked to run, and host, the entire thing.”I couldn’t believe it.“Why didn’t you. You've done it darling you are out, and you shouldlove it. Come on. I will not take no for an answer. And you, Vanessa, youcome and watch. You need to learn, because I am sure that your mom willsend you right back to the salon to get the same hairstyle and you needto know what to do. It takes high maintenance to look as good as Samdoes!"Begrudgingly I got up in my boyish pajamas and as I looked down at myfeet to find my slippers, I saw my red nails and my now blond and curlyhair slip over my. “Feeling better?” She nodded. “Can I get you some breakfast, or do you still need to fly out the door?” “No… I could use something to eat.” She smiled apologetically. I grinned and started cooking a few eggs and some bacon. Ten minutes later we were having breakfast in a semi-comfortable silence. I could feel telltale traces of lust coming off of her, but mostly she was confused. “Something is bugging you about last night?” She got wide eyed, but after a deep breath she nodded. “I hope the.