More importantly, the locking mechanism still worked. The wood and glass-paned door swung inward, a gust of wind creating a blanket of dust that rolle... across the beaten linoleum floor, raising ghosts with it. That was fifteen years ago. She knew it but she still trembled as if her father was sitting in the dark living room waiting for her to come home. There was no one in the house now. It had been empty for nearly ten years. She stepped into the foyer and took a deep swallow, opting to leave. “No, Mistress.” I smiled & gave him a little kiss on the cheek. “Perfect, you look so curvy & feminine, & that steel boning so improves your posture.” Dejectedly he nodded his agreement, as if he had any choice in the matter. “Now hurry on downstairs; Tyrone will be here for me soon & remember, he is Master Tyrone or Sir to you. I must finish dressing.” He curtsied as best as could, so restricted was he within the boning of the cruel pink corset. As I finished my makeup I heard the door bell &. The agony he caused as his tip stretched me deeply seemed only to enhance the pleasure I felt as I begged, “Yes, yes, fuck it boner, fuckit”, unable to separate the pain from the pleasure I felt from his big dog dick. I felt his knot at my entrance, opening me, attempting to press into me but not able to enter because of his long cock bottoming in my pussy. I wanted it, wanted to feel it engulfed by my wet pussy, stretching me tightly around its thick girth. I felt his paws tighten around my. Maybe we should just sit CC down and just tell her? She’ll understand? Won’t she? It’ll be okay, please tell me that it’ll be okay, Davey!” she started sobbing as she begged to be told that things would be alright.I opened my arms, and she rushed into them, “Shh-shh, it’ll be okay, Amb, don’t worry. CC loves us, BOTH of us! If it comes to that, I kinda really do think that it might be okay maybe. But ... I’m thinking ... I ... I might have an idea,” I said slowly while my brain was spinning a.