Their meal over the crew started again, Ian now forcing his stiffness between her jaws, while a giant dog was quietly fetched to her, the huge b**st m...unted her with gusto, no preamble, no sniffing or whatever just up and in, as he had been no doubt trained. Ian beat a hasty retreat, no doubt scared of her involuntary bite, his seed spitting at her face as he went. The a****l dragged itself onto her back, forelegs scrabbling at her body, tool thrusting at her sex and plunging at her viciously,. Two more companions were travelling with them. Colleen McAllister and Melissa Martin had begged to be included in the entourage. Whilst Colleen was simply eager to travel, Melissa wanted to meet some of the most eminent artists of the time who, as rumour had it, had been lured to Munich by a liberal and art-loving King.They had the boat to themselves, travelling the fifty miles from Koblenz to Mainz. Three men worked the boat and another two drove the horses. The keeled boat made good way. He pulled her up to him and kissed her tasting his cum on her tongue and lips. He then began sucking her tits and moved down to her cunt again. First he flipped her over and put her on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and he began licking her pussy and ass as he fingered back and forth to her ass hole and her fuck hole. This last time he was going to fuck her ass. He put his tongue deep in her cunt then deep in her ass. He had her ass cheeks spread wide as he tongued her deeper. Then. My senses spun at what had happened. I think I’d just had a lesson in being submissive. Where the hell had that come from? Bemused, I looked over at him. He was smiling, but he was snoring too. The arrogant prick. Where did he get off doing that to me? My whole body was throbbing. I needed release. I ignored Miles and slipped my hand inside my shorts and panties. ‘She’s gone!’ Martin almost fell on Miles’ sleeping form. I removed my hand fast, but not fast enough. Martin had seen where my.