His long tongue licking me, he worked it inside my inner folds and his nose bumped and mashed my clit. My thighs automatically widened and I gripped ...im softly by his ears. "Yes boy. Yes Domino, good dog! My dog fucking cunt loves what you're doing, boy!" I hummed softly as my left hand folded around the base of Jean-Claude's growing penis. Gripping it, I slowly began to stroke, up and down.I glanced across at my friend Breanna and my dog Rocky. Rocky was standing on his stubby hind legs. She got a certificate inmanagement studies and then followed up over time with an honours degreein business studies. At twenty five she got a graduate placement intothe retail firm where she still works, having leapt up the corporateladder. When she hit thirty she realised a couple of things aboutherself; she still smoked like a rebellious sixteen year old, and hotelfood was leaving her the worse for wear. She popped down to her localgym and decided to book herself a personal training. She used to touch herself and recalled how good it was, but no-one had ever done it to her. That was until Chris cradled both boobs, forcing them together as his thumbs began to caress her nipples. She groaned and immediately regretted it as Chris looked up into her eyes and grinned at her giveaway. She attempted to scowl at him, but her body was in turmoil as his thumbs pushed her sensitive nubs back and forth, exciting her in a way she never achieved when she played with herself. His thumbs. There were eight cabins in two rows, each with a little veranda. The soldier turned into the veranda of the one before the last one on the right side, unlocked the door with a card, pushed her in and banged the door shut after her.She looked for a light switch by the door, found it, and pushed it up. A light came on in the middle of the ceiling, in a dusty white shade, illuminating the dingy room which had a bed in it. And a small TV. There were two doors at the end, which turned out to be for.