At least his eating of my pussy quieted him down a little and I expected he had smelt my juices and my readiness to be mounted.Mr. Dave patted him and...said “The bitch will be yours soon, Lad, and I want you to make her squeal. Treat her as a real bitch. Fuck her good.” He leered at me leaning forward and whispering in my ear, “Maybe I’ll bid for you, Princess. I’d love to fuck you in the ass. The others can have your dog filled cunt.”The fourth dog was a black Labrador called Mate. His handler. Wouldn’t that be something? Would it be prayer-fucking? Things like that kept his life interesting because the work he did certainly wasn’t and he had few other interests to stimulate his mind.That brings us back to the opening sentence of this narration. He just had to figure out how to asked them in a way that would encourage revealing responses. After discarding quite a few approaches, he finally decided that the simpler the better, but it must be encouraging and nonconfrontational.The next. She reminded me of an athlete or fit individual who had strayed away from her workout routine for little while. But what struck me the most was her beautiful naturally curly hair, which was as black as the moonless sea. Hank was a grayish bearded, tall – way taller than me; I am 6 feet tall – black guy around 50. He had his head shaven, green eyes and a handsome smile. He had a strong posture, but sported a huge belly, which made all the sense after seeing the nine empty beer bottles on the. The others were watching, and each realized this had them highlyaroused. Perry was both thankful and angry Terry had taken his buttonaway. He looked over at Dave and saw he was stroking himself throughhis pants. Dave looked over at Perry winked. Perry slid over quietlyas Terry sat enthralled watching the scene on the screen. Dave laidback and Perry undid his shorts and released his cock.Body Mass, Libido, Skin, Facial Hair and Height II all filled in. Terrysmiled. "Serves you right.