Salim was into bestiality. He was very wealthy and owned a secluded stable with horses, pigs and dogs. Massimo wet his lips in morbid anticipation as ...e pictured Rachel nude and filthy, down on all fours and mounted from the rear by a huge sheep dog.But he paused in mid-thought. The last model he referred there was physically scarred and underwent several weeks of extensive reconstructive surgery to her reproductive organs. She became a defective product, a non-performing asset. No, he could. He raised his arms and even his pits were hairless. I kissed and licked one of his pits and licked my way to one of his nipples. He squirmed as I sucked and nibbled on one then the other nipple. His hand on my head keeping me at his chest I ran a hand down his stomach and cupped his cock in my hand.He groaned as I lightly squeezed his cock and balls. I sat up and looked again at his crouch. A wet spot was growing on the white fabric and I really wanted a taste. I pulled the little bit of fabric. And damn, that hair, that beautiful fucking hair. Long, very long, a couple inches past her hips. It wasn’t cut straight. Instead, it had the jagged look of free-growing hair, if that was even an existing term. Some of the ends curled a little and my hands itched a little to touch it, to run my fingers through it to see if it was as silky as I thought it was. She moved up in the line, got to the register and she ordered her drink. A few seconds later, she reached into her book bag, took out one. We might have to just swoop in guns blazing and take our chances. Have you considered that possibility?" Vlad asked."The numbers will be all wrong, but yes as a last resort I considered it. I don't like it for sure." I admitted."Nor do I, but I am not leaving this valley with Ivan still breathing." Vlad was quiet and very serious. I knew how he felt. In his mind he was on a mission. Maybe it wasn't a mission from God, but it was a mission none the less."Give me a ride into town and I'll see if.