Ace, Jackson, and Samson were hand fed filet-mignon for dinner that night being praised for being such good boys.Jason watched on as the dogs made the...r way around her body with their tongues. Samson and Jackson licking the sweat and salt off her neck, before moving down to her chest and her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples as their mistresses’ back arched with joy. Ace moved deliberately between his mistresses legs as was his place as the dominant of the three. He began licking. Again she was overwhelmed by the urge to sniff the panties she'd pulled from Jen's bald, beautiful juice soaked crotch. She wanted to smell these panties particularly, because they'd just been in direct contact with her pussy in the "here and now" instead of the stale stuff in the depths of the hamper. She finally slid them all the way off and saw that Jen was, indeed, shaved bald. Shit, she looked good, better than she could have imagined in her wildest dreams. She was kneeling in front. Am I dead?I woke up sometime later; I knew not when or where. My first instinct was to move my arms. They were restrained and attached to the bed rail of the bed. There were all kinds of tubes and wires as well. There seemed to be multiple I.V.’s hanging, and they were attached to both arms. I tried to move my legs. They likewise were restrained to the bed. I was spread eagle, and I looked around the room. It was dark, and there were no windows. I looked for a call button. There was no button. She stopped musing when she heard a knock on the door and looked out to see the rest of Yearly’s tenants standing in her hallway. Opening the door, she invited them in. ‘Dianna,’ Mr. George comforted her, ‘I know you, girl, and I don’t want you worrying yourself sick about this. Hear me! I’ve been on this earth for over seventy years, and I’ve seen things work out. Yearly was wrong, but we will be alright.’ Then he gave her a strong hug. Dianna hugged him back. He was like the grandfather she.