I stood and sucked my tummy in a little, and admired that my ass was still tight, thanks to the regular gym work outs. "You still got it girl," I said...with a smile, and sat back down at the computer. "But life is just so goddamned dull," I sighed, as I clicked the next URL on the history page.I gasped at the image that popped onto the screen, a picture of a naked woman on all fours being mounted by a large, black, Great Dane. The voices in my head were screaming to close the browser, but I. .Raaste me maine ek honey bottle liya tha usse uske nipple pe lagaya aur choosta gaya wo pagal ho rahi baar baar mera naam pukaar rahi……Chilla rahi thi…..Ohhhh Yashhhhhhhhh……Aaiiiiiiiiiii………Ooiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaa……Mar gayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………Plsssssssssssssss noooooooooooooo…………………. Mene uske dono nipple pe honey lagake mast choosa aur use poora garam kiya.Fir mene uske aankho pe ek kapda baandha aur usse niche ghutno pe bithaya aur apni jeans usse utaari…….Fir usko bola mere lund. Her strength was that of a man. "Look my little princess, you have two choices. Either I do it or I'll call Big Al to do it. He would love to complete the search. Now, which will it be, me or Big Al.?"Debbie sobbed and said slowly, "You."Cindy smiled and said, "Good choice, Big Al has big hands, now lay back and bring your knees up. Sorry we don't have stirrups."Debbie did as she was told. She again thought this was a dream but that quickly faded when she felt the cold petroleum jelly being. “So what else am I supposed to say about this big cock you’re so fond of hearing me talk about?”Jesus. It’s just not getting old. Every time she says it was like grabbing my groin with a more than competent hand.I remained engaged with her. Almost, talking at myself instead.“Like things you might wanna do with it. Dirty stuff. You’re not supposed to.”“I’m not supposed to what?”I’d insulted her again accidentally.“No. Say things about it you’re not supposed to. Encouraging things you’re not.