His shaft never pulling back, only deeper with each thrust and I felt his knot begin to swell and I knew I really was his bitch. I’d watched dogs br...ed plenty of times and I knew the mechanics of it. I had allowed him to dominate me. His cock was fully implanted and his knot swollen to the size of a baseball wasn’t coming out without severe pain to me. I felt the bony shaft quickly swell as his frantic thrusting began to subside and then squirt after squirt of his hot dog seed spewing inside. ” She reached for my pussy. “Gorilla salad,” I offered with a laugh. “What?” “That’s what an old boyfriend called it. He told me he was glad I didn’t have a ‘gorilla salad’ down there like some girls.” Amy laughed, and I let her hand slip between my legs. She touched me and stroked me. My whole body seemed to blush. We petted each other for a time. And then, all at once, I felt strangely guilty. “You know, we better get out of here,” I said despondently. “There is too much steam for our hair,”. His hand rubbed as he thought about that undone button. It invited him to think of the next button and how she would look with a second, or a third, or fourth that was undone. The way she was holding her book made it unclear how large her breasts were, but she looked like a teacher and he imagined teachers to have matronly breasts.Now he was squeezing and rubbing more energetically, getting harder. What he would give to get his hands on those breasts. He imagined her being one of those prim. A short bald-headed guy in the middle of the floor who was waving a gun about. He was shouting “Get down on the floor ... get down”.I dived for the floor so quickly. Self preservation was my aim. I hadn’t lived 55 uneventful years so far to die today.The noise and shouting died down, replaced by sobs and crying. I ventured a quick look around, finding that there were a few women lying in the floor, and this crazy looking bald guy.He paced back and forth ranting and raving in some foreign.