Even in their present attitude, they were transcendentally beautiful eyes. She shut them and switched to licking the underside of my shaft. I was gett...ng harder and harder watching this torrid performance, set to the music of Vivaldi and all taking place in my lap. Suddenly the aria ended – allegro con brio. She stood up and performed a brief set of choreographic moves to the music of the maestro’s recitative. Turning to face the window, she unbuttoned her skirt, peeled it off and threw it. They just weren't the fish we brought back to the cabin." Charlie's conscience was soothed, but he wished Fred would shut-up, just the same.Fred decided to drop the subject. Charlie wasn't helping and the women seemed uninterested.At long-last they made it to Long Lake. As its name suggests, it looks like a long lake. But, it isn't a lake; it's a wide, slow-flowing river. It is part of the Raquette River, originating at the same lake as they were staying. Parts of Long Lake are so remote that. I scream, loud unknown words… as I feel him thrust deep into my ass, coating the tight walls with stream after stream of his cum. He pulls out of me, stroking his cock as he watches my fingers continue to move, in and out of my cunt, at a slow pace, my ass slowly drips his cum. After the last drops of cum touch my ass he turns me back around, picking me up and carries me into my bedroom, pulling me down to lay on top of him as he cock slowly starts to soften against my stomach. “Time for. Chip. A German Shepherd. Tan and black. He reminded me of my own mates. I wondered if they were missing me. Their bitch had left them very soon after the marriage.The handler was the owner, Fred Smith, a middle aged man, clean shaven, balding spectacled and with an ugly one inch scar down his left cheek. He gave me a nice smile and I warmed to him. I also liked Chip who knew exactly why I was here. He went straight for my pussy. He attacked it with enthusiasm and I found myself moaning into the.