"I guess the dog had already been picking up the smell of fresh cum leaking out of me. He had been agitated for several minutes now. He was a large, b...ack, mixed breed. He was larger than a Labrador or a Shepherd, but not by much.He came running over to me and sniffed all around. The director came closer and watched the dog for a few minutes. I tried to reach out and calm him down. But I was probably not the best person for that. I was afraid of dogs and I smelled like sex, which is why he was. “Now, it’s time, for the first of fifteen!” I told myself. He raised my dress till my waist.Lowering me to the wall, he slid my panties to a side. And aligned it to my tight little hole. Slowly, he pushed it inside. I felt a tremendous pain. I think I was sealed. And he is going to break my hymen. I shouted at him to stop. But he didn’t and gave a powerful push. Breaking my hymen he was almost half inside me. Tears rolled down my cheeks.“Oh, my fucking god! Why haven’t you told me, you’re a. Work, home, wank, cum. I had a few new favourite cumpilation videos, some lasting over an hour. With these I could really indulge, my left hand stroking and squeezing, my right on the computer mouse, clicking, scrolling for my favourite cumshots, repeating them, pausing for that perfect shot of a cum splattered face eagerly wanting more. This was always my favourite. A thick rope of cum on her face, the desperate look on her face wanting more, wanting it all. Once I had found this perfect shot. “What’s wrong sweetie? Was my flirting with Periwinkle upsetting you?”She gave me that look that all women seem to have, the one that says stop being an idiot, before shaking her head. She ran her hands around her waist and then held them up as she gave me a worried look. “No, sweetie, we didn’t forget your teletype device. I saw Bernardo hand it to Ryan as we were getting out of the car. Dale, when they brought our luggage in, there was a small fur pouch with it. Can you find out what they did.