It didn’t gross me out, sure, but I never fantasized or masturbated to things like this. Yet there I was, completely given to my own dog for our own...mutual pleasure.Baxter focused on licking and sniffing what he could of my balls. Poor dog was doing his best with my underwear standing in the way, so I let my smelly balls dangle off. I was afraid Baxter would try to bite it, but he limited himself to licking them clean, instead.It came to mind that I did wake up some times in the middle of the. I hesitated initially but she forced me.I relented and was sitting on her bed, when i scanned the room. Her husband was in the merchant navy and she had one daughter. She was nowhere to be seen, and as I was tired I did not think much about it.She came in, without the dupatta and was holding a glass of lemon-water. I gulped it down in one second and was suddenly feeling fresh. I appreciated the taste and thanked her. She gave me a smile, the kind which my girl-friend used to give me when she. One hand slid down over her hip and thigh to tug up the hem of her skirts. ‘Oh, yes,’ she breathed, her head turning to his. Her golden eyes focused on the sensual lips before they crushed hers. Her lips parted easily beneath the force of his kiss, his tongue sliding deep. He groaned against her lips as he found the wetness between her thighs, his finger circling her needy bud before ducking down and finding the snug little entrance. She gasped as his eased a finger inside of her, her knees. He undid his pants as we drove and pulled my head down to his crotch I licked his manhood back to full attention as he pulled my hair. By the time we got to his house he was a full staff we pulled into the garage he told me to get out I felt embarrassed as I wiggled into the house wearing only my pink bra, panties and stockings. "Undress me sissy slave he ordered". My hands were shaking as I undid his shirt to reveal his chest. I knelt to remove his pants and shorts, I gasped as I looked at his.