I could justabout make out her face and I could see from her chin that she was red withdesire and excitement. The dog didn't stop pummelling her cunt ...ntil hespewed his spunk into her. I could hear her talking again. "Oh no youdon't, I'm not having you knotted inside me this morning you bad dog". Shecrawled away from the dog who just went and laid against the wall.I wasn't prepared for what happened next either. Instead of standingup, she got up on one knee and then crouched with her back. ”“Wondering what?” she asked as she turned into our driveway.“Nothing.”“You’re getting stranger and stranger every day, Wendy.”The moment we got home, Clarissa headed upstairs. I drifted to the kitchen to have an afternoon snack, a single serving of yogurt. I sat down at the kitchen bar, eating the strawberry banana delight and thinking about panties. What sort of panties did Scarlett Johansson wear? Or Angelina Jolie. How about Gal Gadot. She played Wonder Woman. What sort of panties did. I could see that I needed to do something to settle her nerves - to distract her from her thoughts."Bec ... don't hate me for this please ... it's only to help you" I explained as I stepped forward and grabbed her, taking her into a hug and then planting my lips against hers."What ... what are you doing ... stop" she gasped when able to unlock her lips from mine. She struggled against my hold on her but I held into her."You will go crazy if I don't distract you" I explained again before locking. I know I said I needed you, that I want you, that I want you to take me home, that I want you to fuck me and that I want you to relieve me of my virginity. Yes, I want you to make me into a woman, but I really need the toilet Master.No, please don’t stop Master. I’m sorry if I’m a tease. I need them. I need your fingers in me. I need your fingers fucking me. Please fuck me faster Master. Please fuck me harder Master. Please Master. Please may I cum Master?I am sorry Master. I’ve.