..I will answer "No Sir not yet!" As he squirts his ice cold urine into my colon it has to be ice cold so I can feel it rise up inside of me and I do ...nch by frigid in it creeps up my intestines and I cramp a little from the cold see he saves his pee all day long and stores it in the fridge and then every morning he feeds it into my ass he enjoys doing this to me and I must let him I am his sub you see and do everything he wants...Finally I am full and he asks again "Are you full yet?" I answer. I headed through the doorway and found a short hall. At the end of it there were two doors, one on each side. One was probably the bathroom. I headed that way. At the two doors, not knowing which way to turn, I glanced left.There she was, standing in front of a dresser at the back wall, shirt off and in the process of taking off her bra. Unlike with most women, with her that was a real production. Let me describe her.Her name was Pamela. She was 51 years old, more than a dozen years my senior.. .. maybe some other time.She stood in front of Greg, trying to control her anxiety.Greg ran his hand slowly over her tail inspecting her as if she was an object. She shuddered a little whenever he ran his hands over her tail.“Jessica Do you want ask something?”“Should I call you sir or Greg? ... will I be punished if I talk? ... and are you going to kill and eat me?”Mutts are considered a delicacy in some circles, kind of like when people used to eat poisonous blowfish as a delicacy in Japan.. I moaned, mostly with desire. Then he was right in me, it felt so very right. I could feel his hip bones poking the cheeks of my ass. Fuck me tender, fuck me sweet, take me to your heart. Which is what he did. I have never had such a loving and tender fuck. My hole felt so good and yet the pleasure increased with every soft stroke. By the time he was ready to climax, I was begging for a release, begging to be filled, begging to be owned. By the time his cum began to flow inside me – his.