Touching my tits was nice, but truly nothing special compared to touch the rest of my naked torso that feels so awesome.Elenore had crawled back up on...the bed and I gave her an encouraging nod. She understood me perfectly and whirled the rope around her hands and pulled.There was not really any need to tighten the noose even further to strangle the bastard, but a rope dangling free so close to my sex had interesting possibilities.I moaned as the rough rope touched my clit. She was looking tired. On opening it had gold bars just like Great Grandma safe. That was the first shelf. 6 more to go.Dad and I decided to use cupboards 4 for money and 6 for gold. We found some 8 boxes of gold. Approximately 30 with money. And 5 with jewellery. We closed the garage door and went to the ladies. They were still on the safe let alone the 4 boxes. I asked Dad “We need Ben.”He agreed and called him. Ben arrived in 7 minutes by car, We showed him the dining room. The girls were up to $3 million dollars. I digress.So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog? I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic. Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get going. Be it two women together, a man and woman screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes. It isn't quite the same for the. And I want Her to be as rough and brutal as She was with my throat. I want it to hurt. Because I deserve that. Don't I? But this is not about what I want. Her house, Her rules. First She just kisses me there. So gently, and so lovingly. Her tongue slides into my ass, and it's so sweet. She licks me there for a couple of minutes, and it's amazing. But I'm greedy and I want more. I want Her cock. She goes on for a while, licking, slurping, and getting me wet and ready. Then She gets into the.