The dogs response to the female on all fours was predictable, his tongue lapping at her wet sex, and occasionally looking at his master for approval o... encouragement before lurching up onto his bitches back and the now angry red lipstick being jabbed at the area of her sex rapidly and with some force. This elicited grunts of OMG from Mary, saying that his prick was stabbing at her painfully, and would someone please help her, her own arms busy supporting the considerable weight of herself and. So I made her sit and told her to continue blow job.M: That it! Use your hands, and look me in the eye while you suck.C: Slurp, slurp.M: Use more saliva and caress my balls too. no wonder your hubby never fucked you, if you are doing like this.C: No, master. His cock isn’t as large as yours and he would have cum minutes ago.I laughed. She licked my ass too while stroking my cock. She began inserting her tongue into her asshole. I was feeling as if I took a handful amount of cocaine and high. I. I love you, Kara. Don’t worry about it.”“But I wanted to do it for you,” she said, sniffling.“Kara Anne Blanchard, it’s not about doing it for me, it’s about doing it for you! Would you go to Tracey’s party for me, just because I wanted to?”“No, I wouldn’t want to, though if you insisted, you know I would. But you would never ask me to do that because of how much you love me and how you think a husband should treat his wife.”I smiled at the husband/wife comment. It was, indeed, how she was. I kept an eye on her while I arranged my papers. I guessed she was about fourteen and developing nicely although wearing baggy jeans and a bulky sweater concealed most of her form. Her face held my attention for a short while. It was small and roundish, and she wore purple framed, oval spectacles, which made her look more mature than I felt she was. Her long brown hair hung down in front of her left shoulder to below the level of her breasts and it had a nice, freshly brushed, sheen. I didn't.