"Fuck him! Make him cum in you!" the foreigner commanded.Cathy began thrusting backward to match the forward thrusts of the Lab. The intensity of both...increased until, as the three watched, the dog thrusted and held while his semen spurted inside his bitch who emitted a gasping whine as she too, climaxed."As you can see, she cannot yet control her orgasms, but that will come with further training." Then you are pleased with the merchandise?" asked Darius."I find her acceptable. She is not as. Her cries, groans and begging merge into a stream of incomprehensible babble as I pound her tight little asshole. Wanting to punish her, punish her for being a whore, for fucking my husband, for ruining my marriage, for everything.With one final thrust, my own orgasm consumes me, wave after wave of lust and hate crashing down around me. I slam the girl-cock as deep as I can inside her and hold it there as I convulse on the other end, my hands gripping her hips.Finally, I lean forward, resting. They care about me thats all, they want to make sure your not corrupting me."Chris gets up from next to me on the bed, walks to my feet and starts yanking at the cuff of my jeans. "I'm not going to corrupt you." Says the man helping me undress." "God gracious, why are your pants so fricking tight?" "They make my butt look good," I say bluntly "You ain't lying." he says as my pants finally come off. "But, your ass always looks good." "Aw aren't you sweet," I say sarcastically, watching him as he. Handsome on the dance floor all alone. She headed over to the table where Shelly and Eric had been sitting. She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do, only that she was going to get Shelly out of that situation.Shelly, however, was no longer sitting at the table. Halfway toward the table, Madeline saw that Eric was still there, staring out across the dance floor, but Shelly was no longer by his side. Madeline turned to look at her own table, to see if Shelly had made her way back there -.