As he did so, his other hand cupped my breast sending a shiver through me. "I thought you weren't supposed to touch?" I asked."There's touching and to...ching, slag!" he snapped, "And having a quick feel of your tit isn't the sort of touching the sarge meant. Besides, aren't you being taught not to question a man?"I looked at the floor knowing that I was wrong. "Yes, sir," I replied. "Sorry sir." I should think so to. Now we need to take some photos. Come with me..." Then, placing his hand on my. Even as she pleaded, she felt a new warmth inside her that meant Earl was spending himself in her body, and that it was in a large enough quantity for her to feel it.Linda had felt this sort of terror before, she’d been cum in and had the same sudden fear that she might get pregnant both times it happened. But this time was different. This wasn’t something that got out of control in the heat of passion. This wasn’t an accident. This was deliberate. Earl had even roused her from her stupor to. Being alone was a form of arousal and I called Duke. We moved upstairs to my bedroom for a little play. I chuckled his ears, he had that doggie smile, he was breathing from climbing the stairs and with each breath his doggie cock pointed our of its sheath…inhaling, exhaling and his cock in unison. I petted his head, played with his sheath and out came a pulsing, dripping cock. I stroked the cock, leaned down and kissed as it grew hard and flexed to the touch of my warm kissing. I sucked. Plus I’m comfortable. Also...” I lean in and whisper “I don’t want to look like I’m not one of the herd right now. Best to look like I don’t take existence any more seriously than they. Just in case.” I pause for just a moment, then say “Now look like I turn you on.”As I pull away he looks for a moment as though he’s going to ask why, but he manages to put it together. I hate being watched. Of course, that’s not true under all circumstances, but I stand by the sentiment.“How’s that?” he.