”Amber my slave speaks up, “So animalistic, okay, yes Princess.” Then she begins giggling.I giggle thinking about her squeezing her dog’s cock...with the dog semen locked inside her still.She tells me, “It’s getting softer. I can feel it. Feels sooooooo good, I’m soooooo full.”We talk a little more and Amber my slave begins riding the softening dog cock, rocking her hips on him. I say to one then the other, “Good girl. Good boy.”Amber my slave grinds on him feeling her clit rubbing against his. At any given time, 15-20 people…more to the point kids, would be hanging out on the weekends. One day, in our neighborhood, I met this cute little blonde tooling around on a moped (remember those?). I told her we were having a party at my place and asked if she would like to come. She said, “I have a boyfriend, so is it alright if he comes too?” “No problem.” I replied. The boyfriend was kind of a technicality, but I really didn’t think about trying to steal her. She was just super cute and. ”“I-don’t-know.”She has two dimples just above the panty line, about six inches apart. So, you know what “John Shaft” did?He bent and kissed each dimple. He knew!“You like my dimples, don’t you, darling?”They’d discussed her dimples.“Dimples!!!” To-my-self.“Yes.”“You can sniff it if you’d like, Tommy.”No, she didn’t say that.“Spank your baby-girl, Tommy-boy.”He laid the side of his face on her bottom. Not to sniff it though.“It’s so warm, Girl.”“I’m glad you’re here with us tonight, Tommy.”He. “I think you have far too much clothes on for the next job I have in mind. Start striping.” Her eyes go wide as she looks at her husband again, almost asking for his approval. “There’s no reason to ask for permission, this show is for him too, if you don’t, guess I should just get rid of him now.” “NO don’t!” she says getting in-between him and him “Then do as you’re told and I won’t have to.” She begins to sway her hips to the ambience of music playing through the radio. She starts to undo.