By the time Thell had told me to stop, the sun showed that it was at least noon, if not later. I gripped a sore leg and sighed.This time, as he showed...me the animal however, I was taken aback. Unlike most of the foxes I'd seen, this was not a red color. Nor an auburn, or sandy brown, or even gray. It was a breathtaking inky black, with white down its belly and splashed down its muzzle and chin. The tip of its bushy tail was also the same ivory color. The eyes, though, were a bright, beautiful. Bull mastiffs were known to be fearless, alert, and obedient making good watch dogs. He immediately fell in love with his dog, which he trained to be one of the meanest, yet loyalist dogs ever. Tyrone named the bull mastiff Battle Dog, because he said, ‘This dog will take the battle to anyone, and win.’ Battle Dog never left Tyrone’s side, never made any noise unless Tyrone allowed him to, and never went after anybody unless Tyrone told him to, and lord help those poor devils that Battle Dog. The fabric felt so wonderful on me as it swayed down to my hips. The panties weren’t a thong, but they were still cut narrow.And even naughtier, they had no crotch.There was a long slit in the gusset decorated by lace. I shuddered as I adjusted the panties on my hips and ass. I could see my black bush peeking through the slit. I ran my finger down the front, found the opening, and touched myself.“Come on, Mom,” Faizel groaned. “I need to see you in it.”A naughty thrill went through me to step. She looked at each of us individually, searching for an answer to her question in our faces. There was nothing there. "I see," she said curtly. "Very well. I see you two couldn't even behave yourselves for the few minutes I was in my office." Henry and I looked at each other and then up at her. "Don't try that bullshit 'who-me?' look on me," she pointed at me first. "You, you little slut. Your lipstick's all smeared again."She pointed at Henry next. "Spread your legs and show me your dick," she.