“Fuck, that’s hot.”“Shit, I wouldn’t mind fucking that myself.”“Even after the dogs do?”“She’s a nice looking woman.”“Seems a ...aste to have her fucking dogs.”“Maybe after he’s tired of her, he’ll let you have her.”“She’ll be pretty well used by then.”By this time King had knotted me. The dogs had fucked me and knotted me so much my pussy had begun to stretch out, so we didn’t stay tied quite so long. King no sooner pulled out than Rex mounted me. He was followed by Max and all three dogs fucked. Meanwhile, back to the story. You are not going to believe this. Emily was a descendant of Marina, the interpreter for and mistress of Hernando Cortes. Caitlin made mention of Marina when she told us of Cortes and Montezuma. So you see, I am not only African-American, and Vietnamese, I am Aztec, and Spanish, and Mexican. A real mutt. And would you believe, part Comanche, but I’ll get to the rest of that story later. ‘Marina, called La Malinche by her fellow Indians, loved Cortes, called. Me jab bhi usko dekhta to mann me haal chal uth jatyi thi ki kasss me kuch karu aur mujese wo bat karna saru kare kyo ki mere gar me har time koi na koi reta hai to muje kabhi bhi moka nahi reta wese bhi mera time bhi bahut fix reta tha gar pe bat un dino ki hai jab me college me exam ka mahol tha aur me gar par hi padai ke liye reta tha doper ko jab satyu gar pe kam karne atyi thi to wo kapde bartan kachara pocha karke chali jatyi thi me room me daravaja bandh karke padahi karat tha to mere. I then kissed upwards across his stomach and chest stopping to give special attention to his belly button and to each nipple in turn. When our faces were level he took mine in both his hands and kissed me hard. “Make love to me David,” I murmured breathily. We both stood and while he shrugged off his clothes and shoes I lay back full length on the cushions. I pulled up and spread my legs as David clambered back on the sofa. I reached up with open arms, “Make love to me,” I repeated. He pulled.