These are the show dogs, the famous Royal Benson Danes. Animals like these aren't used as toys for the rich, my dear girl, not champion stock like thi.... It's taken years to perfect such fine dogs."He walked briskly over to the first cage and pointed to the pair of matched frames which hung one above the other on the cage front."Look," he said enthusiastically, "Look at these pedigrees."Carolyn moved closer at his insistence, and read the small print on the forms. Royal Benson's King Lear, sired. But, God forgive me, I was a little aroused, too. His body, so built, tanned muscle moving smoothly as he walked around me, surveying his work, examining me. I thought maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I actually started to get wet. Oh, I hate myself for that.He walked away, I couldn’t see him. What was he doing? And then the door opened, and I heard, I realized. More men, many men. Oh, no! I began to struggle wildly, writhing against my bonds. Hands grabbing, squeezing.“Let’s have some order. ..Answer me,bitch!...Does the pig like me fist-fucking it?" William shouted."Ohhhh...YES!...So good!....You're fist-fucking this slut SO GOOD!...I loveit!...Harder!....Fist-fuck this whore harder!....Really slam you fucking fist inand out of this slut's cunt!...Pound this fuckpig's cunt!...Fist-fuck the slutHARD!" Cumbag wailed as she came again and again."Some of you boys see if you can shut that fucking whore's mouth up!" Richardshouted at the boys. Several of them grinned at each other and. She feels a thrill of pleasure watching him watch her, knowing that he’s torn in a pleasant indecision over which part of her to look at first. The skirt finally slides past the swell of her hips and falls off altogether, making the decision easier. Her panties are dark with moisture, and she knows his eyes are drawn to them. She reaches down, gently caressing the silken fabric, and feels a surge of heat between her legs. She never thought that dancing like this could get her so hot, but he.