Again I heard my Master chuckle as he watched this, but my dignity was lost long ago, probably after taking my third or fouth load of cum from the eja...ulating dildo. This theory worked pretty well, but it was still difficult to accomplish. I finally was able to force the massive cock down my throat and hold it there for the required ten count, but not even a millisecond longer.Gasping for breath, I picked up the monster eight inch dildo and just couldn't possibly imagine how I would fit it. Grace did not want to undercut her own sales by training dogs that had been picked up elsewhere, but this was really a test of how difficult it would be to work with a dog that was already familiar with fucking women. If it worked as well as they hoped, Grace thought that they could pick up some money fairly easily by refreshing the training of older dogs. Other than Rosco, Grace's current plan was to refuse to train dogs that had not been properly trained. She really did not know how that was. I pulled her close to me, both of us standing together, our cocks rubbing against each other. Her hand slid between us, her hand wrapping around both our cocks simultaneously. She stroked us as our tongues slid around in each other's mouths. I got to my knees in front of her, I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to taste her cock. I took her into my mouth, sucking gently on the tip of her huge penis. I could feel her hand running through my hair till it reached the back of my head. Slowly she. My best solution was to join up with one of the wagon trains heading out for the Oregon Trail and the virgin lands to the west waiting to be explored and settled by adventurous settlers searching for a new life in the ever-expanding country. The only problem was that it was fairly late in the “wagon train” season and most of the guides were already out there risking their lives to bring their contracted charges to the shores of the great Pacific or signing up with the railroad to join the steel.