He told us about his decision to name Brandon and me as captains, explaining that since we both were the ‘core’ of the team it made sense to him. ...He explained to me, which I hadn’t known prior to this discussion, that the only experienced wrestlers we had this year were Brandon, Tom, me and one other transfer student, Jake Conrad. Since I was a conference champion as well as Brandon, it was an easy decision to name captains for the upcoming season.He went on to explain that part of the change. I could see that they were repairing and deepening the roadside ditch. They were stripped to the waist and filthy dirty from dirt and sweat. The foreman touched his cap."Lovely day sir," he said in a thick local accent"How about taking a breather," I offered, "I got some beer in the car." Sure, that sound fine sir," he said, "down tool men. You wouldn't be from the Council would you?" No just out for a drive on this lovely day," I said handing out the cans of beer. "Sorry they may be a little. Finally I felt his hot doggy cum shoot inside me and his knot swell. I was stretched more than I had expected. More than I had been giving birth. It hurt, it burned, but my orgasm made me tighten and spasm around him. When my canine Master finally stopped moving we stayed there, both breathing heavily, until the knot went down enough for him to pop out. Buster went to a corner to clean himself. Master unchained me. Rolled me onto my back. Then attached my ankles to chains that hung from. Dustin lifted his finger up to my lips. "Here. See for yourself."I hesitantly stuck my tongue out and licked his finger. I knew what he meant. I DID taste like peaches! Dustin bit his lower lip as he watched me lick his finger clean. I wonder what he tasted like. My gaze trailed down to his pants that hung low on his hips, cutting off the V shape. "Oh no you don't," Dustin said in a warning tone. "This is about you today." I sat up and pouted. "I really wanted to know..."Dustin sighed and.