.”She works slowly, gradually sucking more of his shaft into her mouth – her eye contact flicking between the camera and her husband, clearly lovi...g us looking down on her. Letting her mouth open just a little to let dog cum trickle from the corners and dribble down her jaw toward her ears as she continues to blow dog.“Don’t waste it, Yvonne...” Suggests her husband, “Swallow the lot...”She smiles a little around the dog’s shaft and keeps on sucking, sealing her lips around it and making a big. ”I moved behind her now and dropped to my knees. “You have cleansed yourself?”“Yes.”I grabbed her long black hair and yanked her head back until I heard her neck creak. “Yes, what!?”She gurgled and choked and tried to speak, so I released her. “Yes, sir.”“Good girl.”I greased my cock with some lubricant. God it was hard and swollen, pulsing in my hand.She knew to be ready. But I checked. I stuffed two fingers up her ass.“Ah, fuck, master!”Prepared or not, I hadn’t been gentle. I pulled them. I sought temporary refuge in the attic nursery, mercifully free of Chinese students. From my vantage point, I looked through the sash window down onto the cars parked along Doughty Street. Directly opposite, I spotted a silver Porsche Spyder convertible, identical to the one an old lover of mine named Carlotta had once owned.Back then, these classic sports racing cars were something of a rarity; in 2020 there would probably be less than one hundred of them still on the roads, worldwide. Legend. It was Christmas eve, I looked up at the clock on the wall from my desk,the clock showed the time at 20:31."Oh well looks like it's going to be a while yet," I said to myself as Igot up and went over to the vending machine at the other side of thelarge open plan office. At the machine I selected a cup of coffee andinserted coins, the machine sprang into life its little electronic brainrunning through a pre-set series of instructions, solenoids operated andlevers moved valves operated but no cup.