It was the same red collar the real Sheba had pulled off earlier in the evening after she had tricked Eric into an exhausting playtime! Then Sheba had...been the only awake and alert dog! Somehow Sheba had planned the whole damn thing!Then the fake Eric said "Good luck, Sheba!"He then stepped back so the trainer and the doc could observe the mating. They had no doubt as to who was who! Damn Sheba anyway! Now Sheba was living Eric's life and Eric's Sheba. They had shut the door and murmured. Though she was a godsend around the house, Tom had never felt completely comfortable around her, and the situation certainly didn't make things any easier this time."I thought..." she said."My date..." he said."... you go out tonight," she finished."... canceled on me," he finished."Oh," she said, but from the look on her face she didn't seem to understand at all. "I go now." No," Tom said. What he meant was, no, you can still clean. But as he said it, he took another step forward -- he had. My large breasts heaved before me. My leather vest was open, my pink nipples exposed. A slim lass sucked hardon my breast, her dark eyes flashing up at me. “To victory!” I cried out as my orgasm built through me.“Victory!” the miners, farmers, and their wives cheered back.There was a lot of celebration going on. Men held their wives and women on their laps, the laces of their low-cut dresses open, breasts out and hard nipples sucked. I shuddered as my pussy clenched. My blue eyes closed as I. One of my new ‘girlfriends,’ Peter, told me that you never knew how good-looking guy was until he pulled his underpants down. I totally subscribed to that philosophy. Only being five-foot-six tall and very slight of build, I was like a magnet to the daddy types. Nothing pleased me more than having my arse pummelled by a huge and hairy well-hung hunk.I was, therefore, elated when Peter told me about a fraternity of outdoor rough-fuckers that got together on weekends. These daddies were mostly.