YES BABY, MOMMY LOVES DOG COCK, she answered. OH GOD, she yelled, as the dogs knot was now inside her asshole. NOW ,your his bitch, I told her. That d...g owns mommys ass, I moaned, as I watched moms eyes glaze over. Mommys a dog slut, just like you, she told me. The animals ass was turned to hers. Hold him mommy. Feel how wonderful it is to be full of dog cock? I asked. Mommy, eat my cunt, while he is in you, I told her. I layed down, my pussy in front of moms face. I screamed, as her mouth. What do you feel when you look at that painting?'"I was eight years old then, Jason, and the painting was huge; it covered one wall in the room. I pointed to the lower left part of the painting and said, 'If I study that area, I feel calm.' Then I indicated another part of the painting. 'That area excites me, makes me want to shiver, but not because it's cold.' I went around the painting describing what each area made me feel, and when I was finished, Dad asked me what I felt when I took in the. Mostly, he just kept to himself, and others stayed away from him. He wasn’t very athletic or particularly bright. He wasn’t a troublemaker- he was way too shy to ever get into any sort of trouble. The guys ignored him, and the girls didn’t even know that he existed. Pretty much, Billy just went to school, did his work, and came home to his mom and his 18 year old younger half-sister, Heather.Heather was everything Billy was not. Smart, outgoing, popular, beautiful. She had shoulder length brown. Intrigued to the point of infatuation, the Dominatrix had returned the girl’s at once flirtatious and intellectual overtures as a direct sexual advance rather than a desire to dominate. It was the girl who, coy about the former and audacious about the latter, had, wittingly or not, chosen the evening's wine, and it was the Dominatrix's pleasure to raise the cup to the girl's lips.“May I kiss you?” the Dominatrix repeated.A wisp of a nod.Kneeling astride the girl, the Dominatrix slowly kissed.