More cock. More spunk shooting into me. More orgasms. I was a receptacle for spunk. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. All wanted to be filled with cock.That...is just what I got.When the human and dog mix had finished seven dogs were brought in and one after another buried their bone into me. Some went into my puss and others in my ass. I didn’t care where, just as there was a cock thrusting away inside me, spurting cum, knotting me.Even the pain as each dog banged furiously away was dulled by whatever. Once she was naked I span her round, pinned her handsbehind her back and tied her wrists tightly with a plastic zip-tie ? quick,easy anonymous. Then the ball gag went it, freshly bought that day. I couldhave stuffed her mouth with anything, but it seems to freak them out more whenthey feel the harsh leather straps and buckles tightening around their heads,and why bother doing what I do if not to scare the crap out of them? Now at this point I normally blindfold mylittle captive ? not to. "She was annoyed she had shown her hand already, he knew now that she was at his beck and call."Don't nag. I'm ringing now, aren't I?" Yes, you are." So, I was thinking you could come get me."A couple of the other mothers waved her over. She hesitantly nodded back, but moved further away."Sure, where are you?"He told her where to meet him, and within ten minutes she was there. She greeted him as young lovers would, after not seeing each other in a couple of weeks.He took her hand, and they went. It shows a "near total disregard of class (varna) and caste (jati)", states Doniger. Human relationships, including the sexual type, are neither segregated nor repressed by gender or caste, rather linked to individual's wealth (success in artha). In the pages of the Kamasutra, lovers are "not upper-class" but they "must be rich" enough to dress well, pursue social leisure activities, buy gifts and surprise the lover. In the rare mention of caste found in the text, it is about a man finding his.