Of the big German Shepherd. Tears welled up in her long-lashed grey eyes as she realized fully to what depths of depravity she had sunk... but for goo... cause, for her husband's sake."I'm sorry, darling," she whispered as Ray's fingers fastened over her sensitive, abused nipple, "I--I just don't feel up to... to romance this evening. I really would love it, if I just felt better."Her husband sighed and gradually withdrew his hand from her dress, leaving her breast tingling with the excitement. ......I wake up Sat morning - my pussy is so wet -- was dreaming about being with you - but then I realize that it's not a dream now - its reality - its gonna happen - I deal with my day to day life - counting down the hours - making arrangements for the time I'm going to be with you -- getting rdy - I go to the hotel - few mins early - trying to compose myself -- its not working - I 'm standing in the lobby when I feel my phone vibrate -- I look - its a text message from you *moan*. Becca grabbed it and got up saying “SOS” as she tossed it into the stove. She opened the Penthouse and we thumbed through it. In the back was a write in section. She thumbed through it and said “pick a number between 30 and 50”. I replied “37”. She turned to page 37 and said “this is our article for today”. In hindsight, it was a very dirty article written in by a couple, at least supposedly. As Becca began reading it aloud, she began to blush. It involved a female orgy including pissing, all. This time it was me that didn't bother to ask for permission — I crawled on top of him and eased his cock into my slick pussy and started to ride him. I bucked and ground on him until I came — god, I needed that. He rolled me over and placed my legs over his shoulder. it soon became apparent that he was trying to get that huge cock in my ass. This was going even better than I hoped, my go-to hole.I was so fucking worked up I just moaned. He took that for permission and started working his cock.