The trainer made liberal use of their paddles and the dogs grunt and groan, carrying the heavy weight of their Mistress trainer while painfully draggi...g the brick.There was one last event. "Search for the bones". The Mistress/trainer threw three small one-inch rawhide bones, purchased from a pet store, into the pit filled with all that shit. Then of the dogs had to crawl into the shit-filled pit and furiously scramble, searching for the bones. It was like musical chairs, except here it's six. If this is what he wanted to see, she would give him a show. Pretending she didn't know he was there she reached for the bar of soap and began lathering herself. She cupped her tits in both hands, lifting the globes and fondled her heavy tits. She turned, wanting to give him a better view but he left.Annabel wanted to feel bad but knowing he loved seeing her in tight fitting clothes or anything that revealed her curvy body to perfection. She knew he had enjoyed what he had seen because she. “I said pull my hair, Jay!”I grabbed her black mane and tugged. She groaned. I pulled again, harder this time. I’m not a S&M guy, so I hoped she wasn’t hardcore. But I wanted to make her happy. “Slap me, Jay. Smack it hard. Pull it hard!” She was sounding upset now. I smacked her ass as hard as I dared and yanked her hair with some vigor. She fucked me even harder. “Oh God, Jay. What have I done?” she mumbled. “Fuck me, baby. Make me come!”I pistoned my cock hard into her cunt, lifting her off. Nick sat on the next couch over and tried to hide that he was catching his breath while Pilar wrapped the ankle and ministered to the scraped knee. When the assistant director came down looking for Pilar, she offered the peroxide and cotton to Nick. “Think you can clean up that elbow?”Nick hadn’t noticed the scraped elbow before, but he cleaned and dressed it now. He finally turned to Jazz, who’d been watching and hovering ever since they came downstairs. “What were you doing up on my roof.