He fills me up!”“Yes, he does,” Kora smiled, pushing back her blonde hair to expose her face. “Aren’t you just such a wanton thing?”“Tha...’s what Master said!” I beamed, riding his dick faster, savoring the slid of his cock in and out of my flesh. Burning friction swelled in my depths.So I purred with such joy.My thighs flexed, lifting me up and down his cock. I swiveled my hips, stirring him through me. All the things the kennel masters taught me, I used. I squeezed my pussy tight on his dick. ."Still smirking I said, "Mom, I'm a ball player. Even if I can't keepplaying ball, I'll always be an athlete of some sort. I just don't seedresses, skirts and heels being a norm in my future."I had truly meant what I had said, at least when I said it. I couldn'timagine me at that moment intentionally wearing dresses and skirts. Thenagain once I had overcome my initial reaction to my costume, I reallydid have fun. The way people had treated and reacted to me had made mefeel... I don't know,. I cried again all Monday night until Tuesday morning. And that terrible itch had returned with a vengeance, but my shackles were as tight as ever.Tuesday night, Erica came into the bathroom with a strange woman--a slender blonde about the same age as Erica. She wasn't dressed Goth either, she was wearing a black tube top with a short denim skirt. The view up her skirt from my angle would have been a real cock hardener, if only I had a cock. Erica showed her the showers and sinks then they. .. it's been a while since we've chatted. As you walk up to the house you notice the door is open a little but one car is gone.. you think that seems odd so you walk to the door, and knock. You hear nothing and think maybe you should check it out, just to make sure everything is OK. You walk in the front door and call out my name but hear nothing. Getting a little concerned, you work your way through the house, noticing nothing seems out of place.... you pass by my bedroom and see me lying.