I removed my fingers from her and rubbed the outside of her lips. She jumped and moaned. ‘No, stop, it hurts.’ I smiled and traced my fingers up h...r body, still soaked with her juice. I soon made my way to her chin, where I covered her lips with what was on my fingers. I moved off of her, looking at her while on her left side. She then opened her lips ever so slightly and I let my fingers delve into her mouth, where she sucked the juices from my fingers. I pushed my fingers deep into her mouth,. "Welcome to the ring, ourfeatured stud of the night, Lancelot!"Curious I looked around, and saw a short access door open; a differentone from the one I'd come through. But much to my horror, what emergedwas not something I could have ever been prepared for it. It was a large,black and chocolate brown, dog. A fucking rottweiler. A big one at that.I actually literally feared for my life for the first time in a while.This thing could fucking eat me up. Literally.I backed away slowly, not wanting. Then she quietly whimpered as the defined head began to stroke along her inner walls.The person filled her with a measured care- pulling almost completely out before pushing back in. Slowly taking her inch by inch each time he entered her. She could feel the curls of his pubic hair brushing at her skin. If she listened carefully she could even hear the slick sounds of it sliding in and out of her. The sound only increased her arousal, even if she had no idea who was doing this to her.She. He really could care less. Just wants everything to run smooth. With these disarming comments she led the way up the steps where a very large, formally dressed, gentleman opened the door as they approached. It had to be Jayson. The three moved down a short marble floored hall and into a large sitting room. Would you care for cold drinks? Jayson asked as he seated them in large wing back leather chairs and disappeared out the door. Clem looked about. What a place. Dark oak paneling framed a.