It wasn’t just the act of cumming that had me panting. It was the fact that our lovely dog had caused it. It was so disgustingly wonderful. By the w...ekend I began to contemplate going further. I took him for a walk after breakfast and back home had him lick me. Some of those videos seemed to show dogs with no idea what the woman wanted. I realised that having Otto mount me wasn’t going to be easy. He had, on several occasions, tried to climb up on me while I was sitting on the couch. I wondered. I was wearing a skirt with black hose and sheer blouse that night. Thanks i said. A slow dance came on and we stayed on the floor, He held me tight and was surprised by the feel of his cock and i started to get hot already. He moved his hands down and pulled my ass closer to him grinding his cock on me. He asked if Marc and I swing. I told him that were just married and beginning the shared wife lifestyle. He asked me if I ever had a black man before. I said no that we didn't know any up in. ‘Once again, you cannot trust what you think that you see. The Japanese have elevated archery to a form of art.’ The large man grunted back, ‘I once had a job looking after the house of a rich man who lived on the outskirts of where I was in Helsingborg. He was a bit of a poor noble, and a lot of what I did was dust and wipe the symbols of the older time of his, … nobility, shall we say. He’d mastered the bow like nobody that I have ever seen and his favorite bow was a gift to him from some. I moved to one side and pointed at the leather horse.“Why not try it out,” I suggested.She blushed but stepped forward. She hesitated before lifting her arm and swinging the flogger down almost tenderly on the leather of the horse. She glanced back at me, a half-smile on her face.“Harder,” I encouraged her, “I think my horse can take more than that.”She swung again, harder this time and made a satisfying crack on the leather. Another glance at me and I nodded approvingly. She swung it several.