" "I don't think so," I replied. She rang up the sale and handed my purchases. "Thank you very much and we hope to see you again soon, sir." She po...itively beamed. I mumbled my thanks and tried to get out of the store as quickly as I could without knocking anything over. I left the store and took a deep breath. While I felt some relief, I don't know whether I was more relieved that it was over or that I didn't die from embarrassment. I didn't think I could do what I just did, but I did. 'Bruno, stop!' I ordered. 'Bad dog. Stop...'The Rottweiler's tongue forced me to stop talking and start moaning with pleasure, which I knew was totally reprehensible and utterly wrong; and with those formidable canine teeth so close to my manhood, extremely dangerous.I opened one eye and took a peak at the beast's busy tongue, which was now making my toes curl as it continued to lick my cock into shape. Within minutes I was willing the dog on and urging him to, 'Suck on that bone, boy. Make it. ”The waiter says, “Sure. Coming right up.”He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee... The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, takes a selfie with his cell phone, then turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other.He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter:“Want coffee.”The waiter says “Whoa!. But then again, who was I to tell him that? He owned every inch of my body and my life. I was his white bitch, his slave, inferior to him. He could rip in my pussy all he wanted. He discarded my arms with his strong hands and put his own hands on the carpet, on either side of me, ready to attack in a plank position. My legs were open, tears streaming down my cheeks as I welcomed this Black b**st to ravage my insides.Markus plunged inside me. It was slow but firm. I shrieked and screamed but.