She really seemed to have a “slave” fetish, I noted.I felt her lift the back of my shirt and run the tip of the butt plug along the center of my b...ck causing me to shiver; it was considerate of her not to get the Astro-glide on my shirt, I thought. Oily stains were a bitch to get out.Amelia turned to Emma.“You, girl, Erin is it?” she said.“Uh, Emma, Miss,” Emma responded uncertainly.“Emma, sorry. Emma, please come here and hold the slave’s ass cheeks apart for me. Slave, please spread your legs. And you did say all day." I pulled her back firmly again and lovingly nuzzled against her neck.She shivered and then started tugging to pull down her skirt, which had moved up her full thighs while she was squirming. "God, my skirt is riding way up," she muttered."Good!" I exclaimed and put my hand on her bare thigh, squeezing it gently."Hey, now! You be good!" she exclaimed laughingly. She put her hand on mine, but she didn't pull my hand away."Come on, Mom," I said, pulling her head back down. Her body was on fire, and her pussy felt stretched and terribly filled as the dog's huge cock slid in and out of her flaming cunt. She gripped the couch cushions tightly as her body rose higher and higher toward the peak of passion that was the goal of all life. The dog's cock started spurting sticky gism in her so copiously it ran from her pussy, flowed slowly down the cheeks of her ass and dropped wetly onto the couch, spreading the stain in a dark, ever-widening circle.The postman,. There were four messages. The first was from a woman named Terri and she told him, in a pleasant voice, details about herself that he was very happy to know. Everything she said in her description was what he would have included if he had designed a woman for himself. There weren’t very many details but the few she divulged were just what he wanted to hear. He wrote down her telephone number, anxious to call her, but first he would listen to whatever other messages had been left for him. The.