" he said huskily.She smiled and said, "We'll turn right at the next trail crossing, honey. There's a lean-to shed there by a pond in a clearing off t...e trail there where we can have lunch and go for a swim. There's an old corral there too where the horses can be put." Her voice was deep and Jack could tell that she was getting excited at the thought of making love in that lean-to or in the pond.They rode on for about ten more minutes before turning right from the "Elm Trail" onto the "Maple. ” He said, trying to position her better. She began rubbing herself, looking nervous, and he began snapping photos. Flash. Flash. Flash. “Okay, bend over. Let me get a better look at that little ass of yours.” She bent over, just wishing he would go away. He took more pictures, and then was inspired. He pulled out the biggest dildo he had and lubed it up. She began retreating on the bed, so he gripped her ankle and jerked her toward him. Her little anal cherry was about to be popped. She began. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it. Since becoming her master’s pet she had developed an intoxicating fondness for sexual secretions, or as she referred to it, “Loves Essence”. She often thought of how amazingly wonderful it would be to be covered from head to toe in her master’s essence. The mere consideration of using tissues made her forlorn and heartbroken. She vowed, then and there, never again. Never again would she share what was rightfully hers with a soulless tissue.. Normally this is a situation I have no problem taking advantage of. Steak dinners and really good scotch figure heavily into my criteria for how to make me grateful. But at that point, it was all I could do to keep from circling his neck with my hands. He was after all the reason I was 600 miles away from the woman I thought should be voted most desirable on the planet. I did let him run over to the Alamo desk and hurry up the paperwork for the subcompact my company thought was appropriate to.