“But do not frighten. He is trained well.”The helplessness of the girl lying there, shaking with fear beneath the snarling dog, somehow sadistica...ly fascinates me. I can’t look away. The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked and defenseless girl quaking on the bed makes my pussy flood with wetness and anticipation.The giant St. Bernard lowers his head to the helpless girl’s soft, hair-fringed pussy and sniffs at it. His tail wags and trembles, as though he has found a bitch in. Lauren felt her eyes follow a course from her head across her breasts and straight between her legs. Even though she knew that the image of her pussy would be fuzzy under the water, it aroused her to think that Emma was examining her body at this early hour. Lauren smiled at her, touching her thigh."I ache a bit" Where?" asked Emma, grinning a little."The backs of my thighs, like I ran from Boquette to here!"Emma giggled. She slowly slipped off the side of the bath and knelt, trailing her hand. We filmed an old black guy who was an amazing guitarist, a magician with a slide bar. He could make his guitar laugh, cry, cluck like a chicken and bay like a hound. He sang old blues, and introduced himself, tongue in cheek, as Blind Melon Chitlin. He had a younger man with him he called Harp, who was really good on harmonica, and they harmonized together pretty well. They refused to tell us about themselves. I filmed them through several songs, and their patter in between to the audience,. Petty yes, but maybe others would think twice before messing with hergirls.Chapter 2 - The TankSascha also began work with a smile on his face. Even if Ms. Dupenskthought him a silly fluff-head, who could not look after himself, itmade him feel special to have her worry about him. Caring had not beensomething much experienced in his life, even his time with Foster nowseemed more a case of shared need. He felt happy that chance had brought him to this place.Never could he have foreseen such a.