I got out of the chair, and dove into the deep end of the pool. When I returned to the surface I swam over to the edge and removed my suit and tossed ...hem into the chair. This was something I did almost daily too heighten my climax. Oooooh, it felt so good to masturbate out in the open, with the risk of someone seeing me.I grasped my cock and began stroking slowly, then floated on my back with my hardening member sticking up out of the water, like a periscope on a submarine. I resumed stroking. With a mighty thrust the dog buried itself deep inside filling me with its hot cock and then began to fuck me with a ferocity & intensity I had never experienced before. At that moment I knew I was hooked on dog cock forever and throwing any last vestiges of shame away I screamed loudly "fuck my dog slut cunt like the dog bitch I am." The dog ignored my words and just pounded away but the people in the audience gave a murmur of approval as they watched. Looking up I could see their excitement. Obviously, this had been done by a person who was out of his or her fucking mind. Instead of closely spaced neat little groupings located around the heart or chest, there were bullets everywhere. He looked like he'd been shot by a person with no motor control who just put bullets everywhere.I counted at least eight or nine wounds. It made me think about that line from that Chris Rock standup routine I'd recently watched on You Tube. It's the one where he says that bullets should cost five. I'm sorry, but we don't carry the boots, but there is a Mistress here who sells leather goods designed, built and fitted to your specification. She does sell suspension boots and they can be fitted exactly to your slave. She also sells a number of other items that you might find of interest for such a beautiful slave."My slave interrupted our conversation with her plea to cum."No, you may not, you needy slut." It was my intention to keep her on the edge of an orgasm for most of the morning.