I hear her gasp as my large hands move onto her trim hips. Then a soft moan rose as my hands move up to encompass the small but nicely proportioned br...asts of this beauty. My rough fingering and grasping turns the once crisp white blouse into a wrinkled mess. But my manipulations did serve to find the hardening little buds under the thin blouse and lacy bra. Vlada closed her eyes, her lips parting as she gasps for breath, shaking as she feels tremors of pleasure going through her body as her. Once in a while the large dog would tug experimentally, only to drag Britney by her pussylips causing her to yelp out painfully and he would stop and wait patiently for his knot to shrink.After what seemed an eternity to the young singing diva, the dog finally managed to pull his thick knot out of her cunt hole with a loud slurping, popping sound. This was quickly followed by a deluge of canine semen pouring out of her and running down between her asscheeks."O-O-O-O-O-O-H!" Britney moaned in. But I was still in an unknown location, chained to a bench, and Anna could keep me prisoner for hours, or days, and no one would know. Anna came back into the pantry carrying some clothing in her arms. ‘Sorry I’ve been so long, Mike. Your boxers were ripped as well as your jeans. I’ve repaired the boxers, but the jeans might need my sewing machine, wherever I’ve put that. If you stand up, we’ll get your boxers on.’ I stood. Anna knelt down and held open the boxers. I stepped into them. Later outside, they wanted to get pictures of the famous Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree, but since it was twilight, the lights would not show up very well, especially the star on top made of white lights. They decided to spend some time touring Saint Patrick’s Cathedral just across the street and then get their pictures of the tree.After touring the Cathedral, it was dark enough to get some great shots of the tree. It was now just after six pm and they had to be back to 40th Street and 8th.