He and Mistress exchanged words and itlooked like he was going when he noticed me and returned to Mistress, asthe conversation progressed they both lo...ked in my direction, Mistresslaughed and nodded. At the end of the next days training session Marcusreturned again, he was leading a big black Doberman dog. I was in mykennel and wondering what was going on. Mistress had Consuela move herSun lounger up close to my kennel and she sat and watched as to my horrorMarcus opened my kennel and pushed. When they asked me for oral, I said only if I could fuck him in the ass and whip him. Again, he agreed. We went at it all night. I whipped the shit out of him with the end of a kangaroo leather whip. I didn’t give a fuck how he explained the welts to his wife. In exchange, I returned the favor to him and his brother, chewing and gnawing their dicks and letting them fuck me in my throat. Clint Snyder was a goddamn freak. “That’s right, pussycat, how’s Daddy’s cock in your little throat?. She was enjoying the depravity of what had previously been unthinkable actions. And then she took a big lick of what would be the underside of the cock, all the way up to the ridge at the head. Now she really felt really wicked as she made a big oval with her mouth, and barely got her lips over the rim of the head. With that accomplished, she gently pushed it in until her mouth was filled, and she rubbed her tongue side to side against the veins and ridge. She pulled it out to catch her breath.. My erection quicklygrew steel-hard within her as I rammed into her. I looked down andsaw Carla's face half-buried into a pillow. She clutched anotherpillow with her fingernails. Directly below me, I watched my slickpenis slide in and out, her buttocks jiggling and trembling with eachof my flesh blows. Carla's hands disappeared underneath her stomachand pretty soon her fingers were manipulating her clit and driving hercloser to orgasm. Every few strokes, I felt her fingernails dartacross my.