With a leap, she landed on his head, digging in claws wherever they happend to land. Spike slid to a stop, now wearing a kitten on his head, and since...he was a Chihuahua puppy, the kitten was a handful, or headful as the case may be.Spike shook his head, or tried to, which was difficult while wearing a cat. He then began spinning around and around trying to unseat the kitten. Sugar, realizing what was happening, stopped to watch, then ran to help Spike. Finally, after hours of pain – at least. We were soaking wet in sweat and smelt like dirty dogs. It was time for a break and a cold beer to catch our second wind and finish up. As we enjoyed the cold beer, we started talking guy stuff, sex, etc. I asked Anthony how things were with his girlfriend Elizabeth. He said "Same missionary sex, with no oral...boring". He said he loves it when women sucks his dick and he doesn't get that from Elizabeth. She might put it in her mouth for 30 second, but that was it. He mentioned I was a lucky. Goodness, she's not shy at all, is she? You are a treat, young lady.' Raising her hand above her head, he gently twirled her around to get a good look at her backside. Jennifer giggled again and spun back around in mock embarrassment, clasping her hands in front of her crotch.I smiled at her coy behavior, but couldn't let her instinct for modesty go unchecked-certainly not in front of one of the best coaches in female handling in the state. I gestured with my hands and gently reminded her that. Perhaps he was ugly; maybe even famous. Who knows? As I sat on the forest floor, I could hear the birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees. There was a sound that pierced through all of them despite being the smallest—the sound of a foot falling on the autumn leaves. And then another. Each one was louder than the one before. It dawned on me that this was it and there was no going back. I was at this man's mercy and would have to serve his cock and balls in any way he wanted. I felt.