I didn't remember being taken doggie the night before, but there I was on hands and knees with a cock being pushed into me from behind while under me ...with my hand gripping his cock was another man. In that picture it looked like my head was inches from the cock and it was obvious that I was getting ready to take it in my mouth or had just taken my mouth off of it. I was looking right into the camera and the look on my face said it all. I was into it. I was loving it. Ken said:"I have seventeen. Brushing my teeth and giving my face a basic wash I yawned as I walked out the bathroom and my room all the way into the kitchen where my husband was and gave a deep tired sigh, propping my chin on the top of his head while snaking my arms around his waist as he was standing there carefully watching an omelet that must’ve been in there for less than three seconds.“Are you still sore from yesterday?” He plainly asked, unbothered by the fact that he was now trapped in my hold.I grunted, still too. "Yeah I see that," he sad as he took it off my tray. "Lemme make itbetter for ya."He took off the top slice of bread, cleared his throat and put a largewad of spit on my sandwich. He put the top slice back on and said,"There ya go, that's better." He put it back on my tray."T, t, thank you sir," I studdered."Take a bite, fag. A big bite," he said.I really didn't want to, but I picked it up and bit into it. As I pulledit away from my mouth there were lines of gooey spit running from mymouth to. I was spiralling up from my unconsciousness and the sensation from the burly ape who was having fun with my face only began to register as I neared the surface. I was immediately struck by the thought that this was a tremendously bad thing.A voice, obviously in command, ordered the attack to stop and a sudden cold shock of water finally woke me completely. I was in a well-appointed office; Big desk, wood panelling, certificates and photos.Behind the desk was Shaw, facing me with a smile. I was.