He began fucking her like she was just another bitch on heat, which in many ways she was. I went to stand at the head of the couch so I could see her ...face. It was contorted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as the long canine cock pumped into her, the smooth short hairs of the dog becoming soaked with sweat due to the effort of fucking the women and its harsh breath panting into her ear. She was clearly heading to a massive orgasm and the screams from her as she came almost put the big dog off. While it was sleeping Master had been inspecting the marks and all left from Master’s training from earlier. The marks and bruising had really started to show up better than before. He was quite pleased with everything that was done but for the slave’s back. The marks that He had hoped for were not there. The slave’s hands being tied behind its back when it was hung by its bound tits had kept Master from getting the results on the slave’s back like he had hoped. Master knew how to solve. Nearly running, he made his way to his school quickly, ifthere's anyone he can talk to, anyone who could remember, it was hisfriends. He saw them and his face lit up, he ran over too them and said "guys! Ohman am I glad to see you!" Claire turned and immediately Andrew noticedsomething was wrong, her normal long hair that went down to her shouldersstopped just below her ears. "Hey Anne. What's up?" Her reaction hit him like a punch in the chest. She acted like everythingwas normal, like he. I need to quit thinking about this. It’s ridiculous. A woman came up beside me to wash her hands, I smiled briefly at her as she left. Still standing with my hands on the sink, I heard the sound of the door again. Then the click of the lock. I glanced into the mirror and there he was, behind me.He had on somewhat baggy cargo shorts, a t-shirt showcasing his lean muscled arms. And the requisite baseball cap. Short hair peaked out of the bottom of the hat, making a little flip. My mouth opened to.