One day at work id heard it was Jane`s birthday (Jane`s my sex mad boss) and id wondered what to get her but i didn`t have a clue,me and Jane had a sn...eaky shag once a month or so,or when her fella just didn`t cut the mustard and it was that night id text her to see when our next `meet` would happen.Jane and i agreed to a little session at the empty flat of mine next door to Dedryks later that week,i went into town and bought Jane a brand new rabbit vibrator and was going to wrap it up and give. Very short. Very tight. A little slit up the left thigh. When I walked it revealed the control top panty of my hose. Finally, the jacket. It was also very snug. She buttoned me up into it. It made my fake boobs look like they would pop the buttons."Nice, interesting." She was talking to herself as she inspected her work.Remember when I said 'finally the jacket'? It wasn't final. I was finding out we were just starting. She gave me a pair of black pumps, which I stepped into. I was still. She saw that the previous caretaker had made her bed in the first chamber to the left and noticed that one to the right was longer with a gate at its furthest end. she placed her belongings among those of the previous occupant and walked towards the closed door.She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, the noise was almost deafening in the dead silence of the dungeons. Her heart was beating wildly as her eyes scanned the room and that is when she saw it, or him. There was a tall, thin. R Tur let him do, lazy on the couch, occasionally sucking Scuford’s dick when it's about to go out, nipping the base when he pretends to sink too far for his comfort. Scuford’s moaning his pleasure, murmuring encouragement, caressing the bull’s ears, forehead, gets excited, stomach stretched forward. R Tur grabs hold of the beardog’s buttocks, kneading them, slapping them with his hand. Then he makes a sign to Scuford to turn around. Without wasting a second, he's on R Tur, sixty-nine, lost in.