I began to gather senses and told her that if she does not like me, I will never trouble her. I left her and held her hands and said “I am sorry if ... have hurt you” and requested her to keep it secret. She said “It will remain between two of us”. She went off. I was in a bit of panic. What if she goes and complains in police? What if she opens up all this to the office staff?Next two days were weekends and on Sunday I got an SMS from her asking me how is my weekend going. I replied cautiously. I closed my eyes, twisting my head back and forth doing my best not to look, not to enjoy this bestiality but I knew I couldn't keep it up for ever. I was so horny I knew their dog would make me have an incredible orgasm. I struggled around quite a lot, trying to put a stop to this before I let myself go, allowed myself to enjoy this but the boys held my legs spread wide open cheering as the dog lapped at my pussy. I had forgotten that not only were they having the dog eat me out; they were. My index finger slid inside of her as she started to cum again. I could feel it stretch her out as it slid inside. She was so wet that it couldn't be stopped. It was like an explosion going off when she finally did cum. Her pussy gushed out cum, so much that I had to pull my head back so I wouldn't be suffocated by it. Her body tensed up and shook as she pulled back on her legs almost touching her knees to her pillow. I didn't move my hand or mouth when this happened. I kept sucking her. Petersburg, Russia. I relocated to the promising soils of the American States with my then-fiancee, Natassia Kaczmarek in the search of a fortuitous career. After struggling through a couple of harsh years with little money and minimal food, I was blessed enough to procure employment from an eccentric and well-renowned artist from France named Cyrille Amoussou. The brilliant Amoussou paid me rather handsomely for various jobs; ranging from gardening to assistant to bodyguard. During my first.