His hands were below my breast. My hands were holding his forearms.-hameeda--mm?--it is a cold night and…i am having trouble turning myself on-I tur...ed towards him and said,-then lemme help you-I turned him upwards, got on him, removed his shirt and then mine, and started rubbing his skin with my palms, asking him,-you do the same. This will work-He did as i said. He quickly started squeezing my boobs, which made me feel his cock erecting inside. I was smiling at him passionately. He was. ”“My education?”“Yea,” said Benny, “The dog, Dean, has a small knot. Perfect for your ass.”“My ass!”Damn. My puss immediately started to twitch. I said nothing, but the further we drove on I started to re-examine myself.What had I become in the last few hours? I was a slut. I have been a slut for years. An unfaithful wife. Now I had given myself to a dog. Twice. I had done it willingly and had instigated it. It was why I was here with two strangers. I had doggie sperm still up inside my vagina.. ."She interrupted him, "Now don't be embarrassed. I have teased you enough. I assume you picked me because I was English. Tell me what you want to know about the harem and your family and I will do my best to answer you but, in return, you must let me relax you. I haven't had a man for ages and we women also have our needs you know."As he allowed her to unzip him she looked up at him and offered, "You can whip me if I don't please you to perfection, you know." Perfection is difficult to. “Here, Dusty, hold this,” I said. He caught the robe I threw to him. “Good hands,” I said, smiling, as I stepped up on the platform. For the next ten minutes, Dad had me strike very specific poses, both abstract and classical, as he worked with the large-format camera. Often he would move my arm or my foot a little to get just the right shot. It wasn’t easy standing so still while he focused the camera and framed the image.“Dusty, come over here a minute,” he said. “Take this reflector and.