"Don't do that, i love it".."My gosh look at your nipples".. The panties matched the embarrassment on my face..I didn't know what to do..She didn't wa...t me to dress.. I thanked God it wasn't my aunt.. She was standing there in jeans and a university sweat shirt..I was standing there in red panties with my nipples stretched.. I could tell that she wasn't putting on..She really did like what she saw.. "Where did you get those extenders" I was bleeding red and still stun "I'm going out to your. Now I want to drink piss too. What is happening to me? God now I want some hot piss to wash down the dog cum. But he didnt. This dog was through, his cock pulling back into his sheath. I layed my face down in another pool of doggie cum I had leaked onto the floor. I lapped it up, cleaning the cum from the floor. I layed there collecting myself, my cunt really wanted more dog cock. It was getting dark now, so I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I noticed some movement outside the living room. “And now, your host, Master J!” The loudspeaker announced, and the applause burst through the rafters as the young man stepped onto the stage. The lights dimmed until he was surrounded in a single circle of white light. “Thank you, thank you,” He said, hushing the crowd with a simple sweep of his hand. He had his father’s striking good looks: his hair was dark and swept back, his profile sharp, his hooded eyes flinty and the color of artic ice. He was dressed in the Grand Master’s costume -. Goran stood and stretch his body. The hours and the drinking had had their effect but it was time. He put a hand out to assist Bartle and their both made their way carefully over and around the bodies, noting the naked men and slave women entwined. The last he saw of Cat was heading out the main door so that was his general direction. Outside, his attention was caught by two men waving arms. Bartle’s sons.“We thought we would watch over her out here. We didn’t know how to thank you two for all.