‘What do you say now?’ He asked. ‘Thank you sir, thank you for spanking your naughty Honey.’ She said with an impish grin on her face. ‘Go g...t some ointment from the bathroom and I’ll sooth that sore bottom of yours.’ He told her. He sat back on the sofa amused at the way she was progressing. He wondered why she had started calling herself Honey. Perhaps it was a new identity to protect Helen from the humiliation of being a sex pet. This didn’t fit in with her wanting to be spanked. So maybe. I had never had something that itched so bad and tried to leave it alone. I went to the bathroom and felt it, now it felt like Jim’s cheek, stubbly. It was almost sore and I had little red bumps all over from scratching. When I went to our bedroom Jim came in and told me to strip. I told him about the bumps, “Wait until tomorrow and shave again, it will get better.”I was still wearing the little pink panties and Jim hooked me up in my bra and I put on the slip. It felt wonderful and now that my. She had had a hard time at first explaining to her daughter why all that canned dog food was suddenly taking up shelf space in the pantry closet, when they didn’t have a dog. It didn’t take her daughter long to figure out the reason. That little bitch was too smart for her own good, as usual. Smart enough to be cool with it, which was a big relief for a dog-fucking mother.The dog was looking up at her now, eyeing her naked body and licking his chops. She knew he’d go for toilet bowl next if she. She slides her hips in between my arms and I can feel her fat cock slide down my back until it lays between my ass cheeks. “Who do you belong to, girl?” she asks in a commanding voice as she grabs a handful of hair and yanks my head back. My arms strain against her body as she rubs the head of her cock up and down the ass of my crack. “You!” I scream out as she plunges her dick into my little asshole. “You know… Steph said the same thing when I was balls deep inside her thick ass. And now she.