The message was very simple: "Bruce," it said. "You hurt the sweet thing badly."There was no name of a sender.I remember wondering how they made the s...ots. For some of them the camera must have almost been peeping over my shoulder. There were remarkably clear pictures of my cock entering Shireen's inviting ass. And there was one close up of a man with an embarrassingly smug grin on his red, sweaty face — me.I assumed Estelle had sent the message. I wondered why she thought this could in any way. If I could get her to let the dog fuck her then she’d be mine, to do with as I pleased! Much as I was enjoying touching her up.“Right, I think your ready and Conan certainly is” I said as I looked at the dog. Get down on all fours”. Hesitantly she followed instruction, my willing pupil.Conan wasted no time in zooming in on the object of his desire, his tongue lapped at her. “Oooo” she squeeled in delighted surprise, her head craning around to see.Conan, to Carrie’s dismay, didn’t keep his oral. She rolled away from me when I asked what was wrong. I honestly couldn't understand what was going on and felt like I had done something wrong. I tugged her back to face me and asked again. Denise's​ body jerked as she sobbed "You're gay aren't you?" I don't know why but I confessed that I wasn't​ sure if I was....which was the closest thing to admitting it to anyone. The tears stopped as we talked under the covers naked for almost an hour. Then we started kissing and touching. I moved on top. With slave’s hair in one hand, with Her other She spanks slave’s already welted and burning ass with a few barehanded, sharp blows.Slave’s backdoor stretched wide, her ass cheeks on fire, her passion rising, her twat wet, slave’s brown eyes rolled back in her head.Her nipples burning from the clamps digging into her flesh, on her forehead and breasts the sweat beads, passions fire being fed.Faster and faster her Mistress femcock stretches and probes her ass, harder and harder and deeper, into.