My friend tried to get up but that dog just held her in that position. When she finally was able to get that dogs dick out of her I saw it had a great...big knot in it and that was what seemed to have kept her from moving while it was inside her. My friend started crying and caring on something awful. She said “Oh Betty please don’t tell anyone about this my reputation would be shot and I think I would just kill my self.” I said, “When did all this start.” She told me how she had done a favor for. " Yessssssss!" Cried the girl. -*-Terrence Michales was shaking badly by the time he got to his office. He passed Brenda Wilson, his administrative assistant; barked, "I don't want to be disturbed" and slammed the door to his office.Brenda regarded the door and said, "Too late." Inside, Terrence grabbed a bottle of Polish vodka and downed a huge swig of the warm, oily liquid. It burned like hell going down but within seconds the perspective of the day came into clearer focus. Terrence sat as. After a while, he placed his hand over my hand that was gripping his dick shaft and moved it back and forth. Of course, I realised that he wanted me to wank it like I wanked my own dick. I did so, starting slowly and then building pace. I made sure that my whole arm was free of the duvet to ensure that there was no sound as I pumped away at his cock. I looked up at him and he was staring again right at me. The look on his face was something I've never forgotten - it was pure ... sex. Sexual. I had never tasted cum so delicious. Some men’s sperm tastes salty, tart, bitter, or even like bleach… but my son’s cum was unique. It tasted sweet and mild. I closed my eyes and let it coat my tongue, wanting to remember the taste and the moment forever… and then with one final gulp, I swallowed my treat. After the last of his cum slid down my throat, I looked into my son’s eyes, and saw a pensive look on his face, so I reassured him by saying, “I really wanted to do that for you honey,.