" she said to the others. Glen looked at my fathers genitals and noticed"Don't You want to castrate him ?" No it is more interesting for me to have a ...horny cockless dog as to have a lazy dog lying on the floor. And also it prevents him to get fat. I don't like fat dogs. When he will be my pony then he should be able to ran fast." Oh I understand. This is very clear to me. I see You have developed Your predispositions." grinning to her with a devilish smile."Yes so You can say my dear" grinning. It aches for you. Itaches to be filled."Dave caressed John's face. He ran his fingers through John's hair anddown the back of her neck. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, John."John bowed her head and her ears drooped. "Please. Please, Dave.Please mount me. I... I need it."Dave nodded. "Tell me you're my slut, John."John sunk into himself. Lean muscles clenched along her stomach andher lower sets of breasts shook from it. "I... Please, Dave."Dave's fingers tightened in John's black hair. I did not need to see what Sharma uncle was doing. His hands spread my pussy lips and I felt his familiar cock get pushed in between them. “Wow, Sweta. You are so wet, its like pushing into a warm butter”.“When did you push your cock into butter, Sharma uncle?” Divya asked it before me, as if she read my mind. I heard Sharma uncle chuckle and push deeper into me, but Vijay uncle answered coyly, “Why do you think the butter bottle we buy for you girls always is opened”. It was dirty and exciting. There had been many fun times in that house! She remembered back when she first arrived at Master Black's door – uncertain and timid to a fault, it was a wonder that he took on that shy, introverted, and very puritanical girl. Raised in a strict Catholic household, she had remained a virgin until she was well into her teens. Even then, she had known only one other man, a fellow church member, who also was unfamiliar with anything but the traditional missionary position. Once she got her job at.