I could feel that familiar feeling growing bigger and bigger and I knew what the fuck was coming next, his carpet was fucked. My head swung back viole...tly as I came, he's lucky his head was out of the way or I would have knocked him out cold with my big ass head. Stream after stream of my nectar shot out and coated his carpeted floor, my eyes rolling so far back I was absolutely sure I could see my brain if strained hard enough."Oh my God. Oh my God," was all I could muster between pants,. I had a feeling she certainly had done that a few times. She pulled me on top of her, her legs spread and her knees were pulled up almost to her chest. With one hand she guided me to her ass and I sank into the warmest, tightest … well … pussy I had ever felt. I know intellectually it wasn't her pussy, but it felt like one, a real tight one. I once made love with a virgin and this girl was even tighter!I’d done anal before too, but no one ever felt like her. When she tightened her muscles, I. Something isn't right at all. I can feel it. My spine is shivering and I can smell it. What's going on? I can hear him at the door and it's open. What's he up to? And now it all started to be clear. He called for him. 'Bailey. Bailey, here boy. Treat time.' I could hear the commotion and paws on the hard wood floor and his big dog came bursting into my jail. From what I could tell, blind folded by my skirt the way I was, he's a. ..and they get bored.I shall spare you the specific details of my horrific incarceration in this place but suffice it to say, it certainly changed my idea of what the idea of what they wanted a slave to be. I must say that I am certainly not willing to endure that disgusting experience ever again.To bring you up to speed, it has been 2 weeks since my incarceration within the hunting dog kennels. One day, I am within the kennels, trying to get some sleep after some...um...horrible experiences,.