I was French kissing a dog! Our tongues slurped together and I wished I could cuddle his face to mine but my elbows and arms were supporting the weigh... on my back.Then Dagon moved away but then pressed his side against me and peering under him I could see the pencil of his cock peeking out from his sheath and I suddenly had a great desire to lick it. But there was no way I could reach it.A very naughty image appeared that I suddenly had an urge to paint. A woman with a dog on her back showing. I gripped the wooden spool to brace myself as that big hard shaft pounded my stretched hole. His hips and balls slapping against me, my hard cock bouncing in rhythm as I managed a big smile between the gasps. Every few minutes my mind focus on the pleasure would shatter, as I was certain I heard someone approaching; after what seemed like forever, my body would win and I’d be back to concentrating on the proper fucking I was receiving that summer’s day.Don keep on my ass for ten minutes, his. My heart lifted and a huge smile appeared on my face that could only be matched by the size of my now full staff dick. She took notice. “Truth or dare?” I chose dare again, spurred on by the recent information. “I dare you to come over here and kiss me for ten seconds.” I shot up to my feet and approached her. I had never been this close to her before and felt a bit nervous. This quickly went away as I noticed that she appeared to be the same. I moved in. As our lips met it was like. "'He knows my name, ' Marion thought, 'what kind of arrangement has Banning made for this evening?'"Henry," Mr. Banning nodded. "Do you have my case?" Yes, Mr. Banning," Henry said and strode to an overstuffed chair, picked up a briefcase and quickly returned to the couple, handing it to Banning."Thank you Henry, your efficiency is always appreciated." Oh, you're very welcome sir. We hope you enjoy your stay with us." I'm sure we will. It's room 313 isn't it?" Right sir, 313 as usual,.