She reached blindly for the throw that lay across the back of the sofa, pulled it around her as she settled against the armrest and drifted off into a... dreamless sleep. She woke up to the sound of the answering machine receiving a message. It was Marco checking up on her. She didn’t pick up but let him leave his message while she slid her feet to the floor to stand up. Confused and a little groggy she realized that she was still fully dressed from the day before. A dull ache still remained. .. it was real hair."What's going on here?" Jason said as a knock came at the door. "Louise, your next appointment is here." A man said from the other side ofthe door. Panic struck Jason as he saw the open window and ran up overthe sill. He was most of the way out when the dress he had on got caught.The man came inside and spotted his slave stuck in the blind. "Where areyou going, missy?"Grabbing Jason, he pulled the ex-man in and over to the bed. Chaining hisright hand to the bed rail, Jason. I raised my hips higher to tempt him to fuck me with his hard cock. He withdrew his fingers, kissed my lower back, and gripping my hips, slowly entering with his huge cock. Tears were now streaming from the pressure and blazing inferno inside, as his cock was driving into my tight ass one torturous inch at a time in my dark hole. Constant ripples of orgasmic bliss tightening around his cockhead as he pushed in my ass, filling it, gave me such intense pleasure and pain; mixed with the emotional. Oh sure he knew why he wanted the bottle; it was to pour his spent spunk into; but why he was saving all his wank produce for; he just could not say. However when Janice returned with the bottle; Bob was sat with a white thick sticky substance slowly sliding down the inside of the glass and he immediately emptied the glass into the bottle before screwing the cap tightly into place.Janice then left for bed and Bob started up the computer; typing into google search box dog sex; he began looking.