Once I was next to the bed, I slipped off my shorts and shimmied out of my bra, leaving me in my panties and tank top.As softly and quietly as I could... I slipped into bed and got under the covers. Luke barely budged so I snuggled up next to him in a spooning position. He moved a little to make room and draped an arm across me. Almost immediately I started to drift off to sleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Luke moved his arm and his hand landed on my right breast. He must have been. This realization would help me little now. At that point I was already trapped, locked in the clamp of his powerful grip, but my terror of the pending canine rape kept me struggling. My game had gone terribly awry. With tears in my eyes, I twisted and bucked, trying to squirm out from underneath him as he humped me, his steely shaft trying to score the opening to my tight, dodging pussy. His forepaws slid further up my back, seeking to better control me. My shirt was dragged upward around my. "Hey, you ain't accusin' me of somethin' are yuh?" I said. "I ain't done nothin' wrong." All of a sudden she had a knitted brow, like she'd just figured something out. She looked—what—embarrassed."Huh? Oh no! No, no. I'm not accusing you of anything. Well, actually, I take that back. I sort of am," she said."Then what? I said. I know I had suspicion painted all over my face."Well," she said, now she was smiling. "I'm accusing you of saving my life. And I have a ton of evidence to prove that. He was bent over in the photograph, hands spreading this ass cheeks, and hole easily accessible. His profile had no information other than he was 5’8″, thin, and 24. “Nice hole, but can I see a face pic?” I sentWithin seconds, he replied, “Forget the face, all I want is your cock in that hole. You don’t even have to see me, and I don’t need to see you.”Intrigued and excited about the ‘anonymous’ fuck, I messaged back, “Yes, but where can one fuck in an airport?”He replied, “I work here at the.