Her face was a brown mess. The rest of her body wasn’t much better, with smears of shit on her ass and legs. I probably should have been disgusted, ...ut somehow this was sexy in its own way. Of course, the disgust I could see in her face made more than up for the lack of mine.I cleaned up the mess she made on the floor. That’s the thing with dogs - they made the mess and you had to clean it up.The feeding that morning was basically a repeat of the first time, but by pressing her dirty face into. I worked my way out on it and fully enveloped the tip of his cut cock. I was totally in the moment. I put my hands on my knees and relaxed my throat as I took Mike deeper into it. Mike placed his hands on the sides of my head working himself slowly in and out of me. I began to drool hard and every time Mike pulled out from a deep plunge, it splattered on my hands and legs. Mike then buried his long wand into my mouth holding it for a few seconds. I gagged hard on his exit and hacked up a. “Take off your skirt”, she looked at me silently for a moment, then reached behind herself, wriggled her hips fractionally and, hooking her thumbs into the waistband, forced the clinging material down over the swell of her hips to the floor.She stood before me wearing a delightful Black lacy suspender belt and matching thong, Black stockings with lace top welts, a pair of patent stilettos, and a defiant stare! Nothing else!“OK …but ...” she started, but before she could suggest any conditions –. He had a puzzled but also an angry look on his face as I pushed the red button to return home. In an instant I was back in my den. I checked the time and it was exactly the same as when I'd left. I went straight to my 2001 journal to see if my travels and interactions had resulted in any changes to my life.I was trembling as I flipped the pages to August 17th and couldn't believe my eyes when I read - 'Josh and I had a sleepover last night. I am little confused right now. We were just lying.