And, as honestly as I could. They, I knew, I could completely trust.* * * *Having arrived in Tucson early afternoon and picked up by Jake while Bobbi ...as on patrol, I had time to adjust to the surrounds, again. The dry, high altitude of the ranch was a stark difference from the island, but it all came rushing back to me. Jake was insightful and anticipated that I didn’t want to say too much until Bobbi arrived and it made the afternoon relaxing from the long commercial flying time. Even when. It was fucking incredible!I became just as engrossed with her fetish as she was. Playing along with it, I purchased dog bowls for her and set them near her doggybed -- they were filled with chocolates and other random treats. Then I put up a special kennel for her out in our secluded, spacious backyard. I'd fuck her all over it while she was standing, hands grasping the chain-link fence, or while she was laying in her doggybed out there. The collar remained on at all times. I even bought. I knew she did not want me to hit her or physically cause her other than sexually, but she did want me to use her as my whore and my slut. To be gentle and tender with her were not in my thoughts at that moment.I grabbed her legs and forced them very widely apart. As I thrust the full length of my raging swollen cock into her in one full deep hard stroke, she screamed, "You fucking bastard, you'll rip me apart!" Be quiet, you little slut. You wanted me to fuck you and fucking you like you've. “I mean yo’ face just be tellin’ when you thank muthafuckas stupid.”“Oh yeah! I do have an expressive face. My bad.”“You good, boss!”“Don’t call me that. We’re equals.”“Nah, mane! You da boss.”“I guess,” laughed Shawn.“I’m fah real. You got shit together. Married. k**. House. I want dat shit!”“You can get it. Just make sure it’s what you really want.”“Bet.”They ordered another round of alcohol.“How often you be goin’ to da gym,” Mario inquired.“Three or four times a week,” shared Shawn.“Damn!.