Too much of you never seemed to be enough. It was fun to watch your expressions when I drove deep in you, how you moaned as I stretched you wider and ...eeper. I loved how you gasped and cooed in the same breath. Your pussy was so delightfully tight. It always amazed me that a tight little pussy could accommodate such a large thick cock to begin with. Our love making was wild and loud as usual, ending with bravado and you collapsing in my arms after your third or forth wave of orgasms. You. The ogre grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up and backwards. A big, red thrusting cock was pushing up against my face. “Open” grunted the man,”Open your mouth” My lips stayed firmly together. No way was I going to suck a dogs cock.I heard the thirtyfirst blow a split second before the pain exploded on my damaged bottom. It was delivered by the wire whip. Instinctively I let out a piercing scream. My mouth opened and the red throbbing cock made me gag as it shot spurts of dog. "Look, don't touch." "Fucking unbelievable," I heard behind me. I sucked him harder, bobbing my head. I knew he wouldn't last. His cock felt so good in my mouth. I was delirious, swooning. "Fuck, she loves cock," I heard. "Fucking beautiful, too." My chest filled with pride. I was turning them on. They were watching me suck cock, on my knees in a men's room, making a show of the sloppiest, lewdest blowjob I had ever given. My pussy dripped and ached. It was all I could do to concentrate on. Walking out of the morgue I looked at my wife and nodded as she collapsed into my arms crying. There was a couch in the corner of the anteroom that I kind of dragged her to and we both fell onto it. Stacy Ann just stood in the middle of the room, looking first at my wife and I and then looking toward the door of the morgue. After a short while when my wife had recovered herself, the detective came over and squatted down and said, “At this point we don’t have any clues about who might have done.