"Oh here is an incentive; Mistress Margaret gave me this for your littleproblem."She uncorked a bottle and let me sniff. It had a musky smell but I wa...not sure what it was. I looked at her puzzled. She laughed."Silly, when I smear some of this on you I don't think butch will be ableto resist," she sneered. I gulped understanding dawning. As it did mycock or the feeling of humiliation overrode any thoughts of disgust. Itseemed if I did badly I was going to be Butch's bitch!There were twenty dogs. I can see myself laying down, looking up at skin and moist fleshshe is hovering over me on her knees and hands, her legs straddled over my facethis is new for hernew for mei can almost hear her heart beating hard through the walls of her chest she is excited, surprisingly moreso than what i expectedher shaven pussy sparkles with beads of moisture, wetness oozing from the inner lipsi want to pull her down on my mouth and lick, slowly forcing the tip of my tongue inbetween her foldsBUT i want. Natalie had been up early enjoying the quiet, but the peacefulness that usually came with her early morning ‘alone time’ had not materialized. She had to admit the traveling, no, it wasn’t just the traveling that left her wrung out and restless, it was the entire move, and before – the months before when she realized that there was no way they could stay on the ranch – that they were slowly and steadily going broke. That was all behind her - them now, so shouldn’t she feel liberated? As she sat. A big step, but only the first of many. My third week in country starts out, pretty much like the other two, get up, PT, eat, get your uniform on and prepare for the flogging by everyone else in the company that is a higher rank that you are…It was a Monday and the customary mail call at our platoon area, I was not expecting anything, but to my surprise there was my name getting yelled out by the platoon daddy. I jump up and get another large manila envelope…remembering what happened last time.