She lowered her head over my cock, letting her brown hair spill over it. She gently moved her head back and forth, causing her locks to gently sway ov...r my cock and dance on my balls. It was devastating. She knows how I love her long hair. And now she was torturing me with it. On and on, back and forth she went. Till again, I was racked with sobs of frustration. Would this madness ever end? I pleaded with my eyes, I pleaded with my voice, but only garbled moans escaped my gagged lips. I caught. It hadn't been when she went into the bathroom. He went over to turn out the lights. She shook her head, and told him, "No. I want to see what I'm getting. And I don't work well in the dark." He came back to the bed and climbed in beside her. He reached out ant took her in his arms and began kissing her. she moved slightly away, and moved down in the bed. "I gotta fix it, now. I broke it, now it's mine to fix." He reached out and took hold of her ankle. "I need to fix MINE, too."Billy pulled on. ? ?They like you.? They?re just trying to get to know you.? Believe me, slave, they won?t bite.?? He petted the dogs on the head and put hishands in their mouth. ?Theseare Labrador Retrievers, which are good hunting dogs,? he explained to theguests.? ?These two are very welltrained, not only to hunt ducks, but to hunt women as well, and as you can seethey don?t have any inhibitions about it.?It is easy to train a dog to fuck women.?What is hard is training them not to want to do it all the. But an hour later I'm still horny. You have that effect on me. With the meetings and false promises of clients forgotten, my thoughts once more settle entirely with you. Our times together. In bed. On the living room rug in front of the fire. Over the kitchen table while dinner burned. Latent imprints in my memory of your stubble in the crook of my neck, your thick erection pressing against me, your warm hands massaging my breasts just like I'm doing through the thin, grey pullover. I want to.