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Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a shiver through my body doctor as I watched the dog japanese approach. The impact of the change in the situation hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the hill who had arranged this time for all of us to be in the same place. And, the only reason for that arrangement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any mystery about it. It wasn’t a question of if there was an owner of the dog. There was an owner of the dog, and he was right there on the hill. I turned, stooped, and stepped into the area of brush and little trees. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his head and neck, I checked his collar and tag. It was the same German Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in front of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any other way, used the same approach to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his side and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘accidental’ glancing touches along the side of the sheath. He reacted the same as Sheru, a slight flinch, but nothing more. With my face alongside his, I was intent on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a long, wet lick over the side of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my eyes as he began licking my face. It was at that moment that I took hold of his sheath and the cock inside. The tip of his cock was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to begin stroking his cock as it escaped the protective covering of the sheath. In moments, there was enough cock exposed I felt it was good. I stood in front of the dog and opened my jeans. I pried off my running shoes, then pushed my jeans and panties down my legs. Strange how doing this in front of the dog caused a self-conscious feeling as if he were a person who might judge or appraise what I was showing him. I don’t think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his cock grew from the sheath another inch or so. Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and knees in front of him. As I could have predicted with even my limited experience, BDSM his tongue first went to my cunt and ass, licking me several times. It felt wonderful, the tongue gliding over my wet cunt lips. It took a dog to give attention to my cunt with lips and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my husband would never consider. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took dogs to give me cock after all these years. I reached back with a hand to push his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to have him mount me. After a few tries, he did, jumping onto my back, asian his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered last time and slipped a hand between my legs and with a little assist from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with less painful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deep moans of satisfaction as the cock quickly began thrusting, the frantic fucking that, again, took my breath away. Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used japan to, but it became thrilling and wild. I found all I could do was plant my knees and hands into the ground and hold myself steady against his onslaught. His rear feet shifted as he attempted to gain better footing and leverage with which to drive his cock into his new bitch. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and firm position for him to fuck against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my mouth was emitting a steady flow of low, guttural moans, gasps, and groans. I heard nothing but the sounds coming from my mouth, the grunts and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our mating organs, his cock driving into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the brush protection, I had no awareness of it and, at the moment, I could have cared less. He felt his toes curl as pleasure overwhelmed him from within, seeking an out, and, as he felt the first tinder sparks of his inevitable orgasm rush towards him, the stupidest, most brilliant idea he’d ever had sprung into his mind and in a moment of pure curiosity, he just had to know. “Uh, I, uh… we have a rule about wearing shoes in the restaurant.” Some were good some were raunchy but some got me aroused .I weeded out japan the bad ones and contacted a few of the ones that I liked asian and were close enough where we could meet. I went down to the kitchen and poured myself some cereal. I just have to think about it.” Or or I’m bent over a hay bail. She was surprised by the question and during her momentary confusion, I leaned forward and kissed her right on the mouth. “Will you show it to me now, all of it I mean? And like, I want all of that, I want you to doctor touch my pussy and boobs. The Goddess Maria Talon and the God Michael Horne taught that!” The cloth whisked down my BDSM legs, my cock hard in my boxers. Her original panties made it to lunch. She weakly shifted on the boards, rolled over, and crawled to the prize that had been accidentally presented to her. Nick reacted and leaned forward against the headboard. Jake takes the camera and points it at the erstwhile lovers. “No Carrie, please don’t do this.” I pleaded. A man on a nearby table said, "Fuck girl . . . He looked puzzled and asked why. And the sweetest. “Mr japanese Kennedy,” I said.