Her captor sighed as he squatted down on his seat which he pulled over from the work console. "Let's see if your cunt is any better than those tits, e...." As the girl in front of him didn't react he added. "That means take those pants off, I want to see your cunt." He raised his voice threateningly as Heviya still did not show any signs to comply with his demand. "Are you an idiot or something. You do speak English right ?" "Yes, I do." Heviya glanced up nervously, deciding it would be better. "We're going to have to work on your crawling pet. But now its time for your first meal." I started crawling to the table but she yank me back to her. "No stupid pet, dogs eat on the floor, out of their bowls." I stared at the bowl on the floor. She told me to heel on my hind legs as she left the kitchen. A moment later she appeared with a giant bag of.....Dog Food. My heart sank as I realized my daughter would be serving me real dog food. She poured the. I felt my wife’s sex and her juices flowed over my hand. She moaned loudly as I slid two fingers inside her so easily. She arched her back as my thumb rubbed her clit, it was already swollen to its full size, too. Our tongues pushed deep and danced dirty with each other as our passion rose higher. The combination of our pent-up lust combined with this whole other level of excitement of being next to a sexy couple made everything much more intense.I felt Paige climbing. Her breathing changes,. The driver was accompanied by a man and a woman. If I read the group correctly, the guy was the cameraman and the woman was the reporter. The fact that the guy was holding a camera sort of confirmed my genius deduction. “You followed us yesterday too, right?” Nods of confirmation. “You think we’re news?” More nods. “Do you have a group death wish?” Frantic negative head shakes. They seemed struck mute. “Why do you think we are news? And who the hell put you onto us? Do you know how much danger.