"I know what I am getting myself into and I am willing to do whatever it takes." She said a little louder than she meant to."Hmm, I believe in actions...rather than words." Me too," replied Jean. "Put me to the test and then decide if I am worthy."Matron Mary now eyed her with new interest. She knew money−hungry people when she saw one, voraciously money−hungry ones, are a species all to themselves. There were those who wanted this job just because they were horny fuckers, but she couldn't figure. Not even 5 minutes passes and I can hear her in the kitchen yelling at Boomer, our 160 lb Bull Mastiff. I laugh to myself, this can’t be good. I go to the kitchen to see what’s going on and there’s poor naked Ashlyn standing at the sink trying to do the dishes but Boomer is in there with his head shoved up between her legs trying to lick her goodies. Now here’s a good punishment for my little whore I thought to myself. I cleared my throat and said Ashlyn open your legs for him. She tried to. At the bottom of the container was some sort of a chrome device bristling with hoses and fittings. The feeling in her asshole had now fully returned. She squeezed her rectal muscles as hard as she could to try and push out that huge invader, but to no avail. Unknown to her was the fact that circling the coronal ridge of that massive ass stuffer was a fully inflated Bardex like cuff. She would have to turn inside out before she would loose it from its tight, humid home. By now, she was almost. That I was different. What was it exactly?? I looked down at the bowl of dog cum mixed with my own ejaculate. ?I told you I liked how you weren’t afraid to humiliate and degrade me; you were the only one who truly understood how to make me feel small and helpless the way a slave should feel.? ?And you like that feeling. Don’t you?? ?Yes.? ?Drink it.? Defeated by my own words I brought the bowl to my mouth and tilted it, drinking down its cold and.