Sure, I'd SEEN them in locker rooms and pornos before, but this the first time I'd ever just sat for a moment and LOOKED at one in the flesh. Even sem...-erect, his cock seemed HUGE; certainly a bit bigger than my own. It was half-erect, but still SO intimidating, in it's own right. But I was also struck by the sudden, almost wicked DESIRE that seeing it gave to me. I reached for it, but suddenly drew back, as if I was doing something wrong and scared I'd get caught doing it."Go on...." he said. She knew what would happen if she didn’t get up, but he was her dog…her pet, or was she his pet? She should be in control not him, but it did feel good to obey. She wanted to be a good girl… didn’t she?His front paws grabbed her hips as he mounted her. Her head swam with excitement. His thrusts were off. His legs just bounced against hers. This was wrong, she knew it but why didn’t she stop him? Why did this excite her so much? His weight drove her to her elbows forcing her ass further into the. Not quite awake, but not dreaming. High school. Not easy. Eyes closed, smiling softly at a memory of cheerleader glory. Chuckle. I look so much better now. Smile back to sleep.Eyes snap open. Stomach dropping flash of fear in high school. Inner voice telling me I was a coward.A little more awake. Was it cowardice, or a lack of imagination on how to get out of the safe space of jocks and cheerleaders?Shiver. Wait ... something is reassuring. Body heat. Sound of calm breathing. Such a rare sound. “I might go ten each,” I offered.“Good. We’ve established you want to buy masks. Now we just have to come to an agreement on price.”While I haggled with the girl, the rest of the guys wandered off to look at other treasures. I checked out the masks and they were all made well. She told me how her grandfather hand-stitched each mask and it took him almost a week to make each one.I could tell that most were machine-stitched because the stitches were evenly spaced. She wasn’t happy when I pointed.