It must have been after about 3 hours before they would let us go. We staggered out into the night with me smelling of god knows what and Ann trying t... clean herself up with a handful of tissues that we grabbed from the restroom. We hitched a ride back to the farm and sat in the back of the car in stunned silence hardly believing what we had done. It wasn’t until we got into our bedroom that we could talk honestly about the whole thing. We both agreed we loved what had happened and before we. I'm sure she knew this too."Five more strokes and you can quit" she said "they can be as slow as you want as long as you don't stop completely." She was still concentrating on my cock intently.I had to slow way down to keep going and still not cum. I was taking about 15 seconds per stroke now. It increased the frustration significantly, but there was no way to go any faster and not cum. Finally I finished the five stokes and collapsed. I was drenched in sweat and shaking. My cock was pulsing. I was there to protect her, and the plus was I protected me at the same time I allowed and even insisted on her dalliances. She had become a willing dog-fucking slut and by her own accounts, she loved it. There was still a problem though. Linda was absolutely insatiable, and though Sire fucked her hard daily, most days more than once and I fucked her four to five times a day as well she appeared to still not be getting enough. This worried me until I thought up a solution. In her dog fantasies,. Yet if they were OK where they were, she could take a few days to make arrangements.“I hope you didn’t put yourself out. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.”Amanda waved her concerns off. “Nah. Since I’m a singer, I make my own schedule.”“Still, you’ve got to book your next performance, making arrangements, practice. It’s not fair expecting you to babysit my guests.”“Nonsense. I have a flexible timetable and they were a delight. We had fun.”“Still, I owe you something for all your.