I considered my options. Unfortunately, there seemed to be only two. The first was to allow this huge dog to brutally rape me again. I had just been r...ped by two horses, any number of dogs and a large crowd of men. My pussy was so sore that I didn't think I could stand another brutal dog rape.As disgusting as it was, I decided that the option I was most likely to survive would be to see if I could get the dog to settle for a blowjob. I slowly twisted my body around and reached under the dog. He. ” I was uneasy about saying her name now. “Just let me change my trousers. I’ll be right out.” “No,” she said stubbornly. “Excuse me?” “I’m staying right here. You’ve got underwear on, don’t you? Just change your pants. I need to be near you.” “You’re pushing the limits, my dear.” “Please,” she said softly. “Let me stay.” I waved my hand and dropped my trousers to the floor. I kicked off one leg at a time. I grabbed the khakis from the doorknob of the closet and stepped into them. I retrieved. She said she couldn't go on the boat but rather would stay at the cabin while we all went out for an hour or so. I really wanted to stay with her but alas, I knew I would be "forced" to go on the boat and it would look weird if she and I stayed alone there. My Aunt and Uncle were worried about her being there alone and she blurted out that maybe I could stay wth her if I didn't mind! Well, HELL NO I didn't mind but said nothing but my Aunt asked if I would be dissapointed if I stayed with her.. Let's see shall we?"She smiled. For Tracey using men came naturally, it wasn't manipulation or any conscious process at all. Her entire life she had gotten whatever she wanted just by looking at a man and smiling. The urge to take Tracey, to train her to crawl to me on her knees, to beg for even the most basic things, to force her to perform the most filthy debased acts, just welled up inside me. It was all I could do just to fight it back. Desperate to get my mind on the job I glanced down at.