I started to climax.The third dog was Lad, Mr. Dave’s second Rottweiler, and bigger than Duke but could have been his brother. His handler, Max, was...a small man dressed as a jockey complete with cap and colors. The dog was excited and kept jumping and stopping and Max was having a hard time keeping him under control. He flew at me and was at my cunt in seconds. At least his eating of my pussy quieted him down a little and I expected he had smelt my juices and my readiness to be mounted.Mr. Dave. She didn't look at me - her gaze was fixed on Lee. It was also clear that she had been waiting for him: she had applied a light touch of make-up, and she was wearing lacy white bra and knickers. Her hair was down and slightly mussed, though this added to the sultry look.I breathed heavily, in and out, in and out, feeling my blood pressure lower with each breath, the pure full-on panic that had been steaming through my system now slowly seeping out, releasing the pressure.Lee brayed for a full. He walked me backwards and lowered me to the bed, laying himself upon me. I spread my legs, wrapping one around his, engulfing his body into mine. With no hesitation, he maneuvered himself and placed the head of his penis at my vagina. Breaking our kiss, I looked at him once more. It seemed like he was waiting on me, waiting for my approval. ‘Edward…’ I nodded my head. He pushed into me, causing me to gasp. He pulled out and pushed in again once more, keeping me from closing my mouth or giving. " Call the rest a retainer for future service." Bill said. "If we're successful, I'll never miss it, if we're unsuccessful, I'll need a good attorney."Simmons took a legal pad and began making notes as Bill began talking. He told the truth, reserving only the name, location, and members of the Bondage farm. Telling Simmons everything that he knew took two hours. He told Simmons about Jennifer's rape. About Jennifer's discovery, and her amazing journey through the fire of self-doubt to get this.