Until you learn how to be respectful, you’re jaws will not close.? ‘Funny, I find it hard to respect a bastard who kidnapped me’ I thought to my...elf. He snatched the blind fold off my head and I blinked at the sudden flood of light that came toward me. When I finally focused my eyes, I looked down at my body, fully clothed in what I was wearing at the club. Then they wandered up to the man who I was to call ‘master’. He was in his mid to late twenties from the look of him. He had a good looking. Then I was looking straight up at Samantha's legs, belly, and chest as she finally removed her shirt. Holding her foot out, I removed the one sock that was still surviving in this game. She actually looked a lot more comfortable without as much clothing on. She had started to sweat from the excitement of playing poker for clothing.It was my deal again, and it was so sweet to see her blind bet take a share from her panties. I adjusted myself again, which again caused Samantha to giggle. "I'm. After a few kisses she put her lips to me ear and whispered hoarsely "I want you inside me".Nothing she would have said would have made me harder than those words, but I still had a look of hesitation on face which she spotted immediately and continued understandingly: "It's okay, I'm on the pill".That made every bit of hesitation disappear and I was ecstatic about finally getting to fuck my stunning cousin. I was worried up until now that she might change her mind before we got to this point.. After a bit of field-testing and dry runs with Spike it became obvious that some adjustments would have to be made in his training. For one thing no woman likes a dog sniffing at her crotch. I know! I know! Duh!Spike had to learn to do his crotch sniffing from a safe distance. I discovered that most women weren't even aware of Spike until he was within five yards of them. Eventually he learned to stay out of this awareness zone. Spike could still get the needed scent if he was downwind of his.