When I arrived she made me welcome with a kiss on the lips and ushered me into the warmth of the house. She was wearing a tight knitted top that finis...ed just below her pussy and clung to her curves beautifully. I could tell by the profile of her breasts that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples were pushing the wool into little peaks on her pert tits. “Hi sexy,” she said. “What can I do to help?” Trying to be professional I replied, “Well, I think we should decide what you’re going to wear. The dogs paws landed on her back and she felt the dog cock probing at her opening. She realized she was actually grinning in anticipation with Mark’s cock inside her mouth. It felt so dirty and good to again have the dog entering her.She did her best to continue to sucking, but it was hard as the dog cock entered her and began pounding her pussy with animalistic frenzy. She rocked with the motion trying to maximize the pleasure as master used the fur of her costume to get a sure grip. Last time. I took in a quick breath when our lips touched and felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. Without warning, I felt two hands snaking around my waist and, before I knew it, I was being slowly and gently pulled out of my chair. I stood on legs that were slightly wobbly and Mr. Baker had continued kissing me the whole time. Now, he gently pulled me from behind the desk I was sitting in and moved me toward the desk where I had caught the two men when I first approached the door. With our. Actually, bigger than any fake boobs too. For sure bigger than Sara, haha. Bigger than my wife's. I like my wife's boobs – they are a good healthy C cup. Still firm after two kids. How many boobs have I actually got to play with? More than fifty for sure. Over a hundred? Two hundred? Could I even go back and count them? I wonder..."Earth to Bruce. Come in Bruce". Sara is snapping her fingers inches away from my face. "Hello, I'm talking to you."I sit up straight, "Sorry, I was zoned out." Yea..