Finally coming to rest on our host – a big, fat, hairy, ugly bloke, in a West Ham shirt with ‘#UKofZoo’ where the sponsors name should be on the... chest. He has no dog with him today – mall management wouldn’t allow him to bring the beast.He introduces himself, and the show, in his gruff Cockney accent... “‘Ello ... My name’s Dennis Baxter – and this is ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’...” He walks on, slightly out of breath from the exertion of walking and talking at the same time. “I’ve travelled up. Yes, of course, that would be nice” I said, suddenly my life was changing, he wanted to buy me a nice dress, obviously to show me off to his group of social gatherers, the shopping trip took a turn for the better, we were into some very posh gown shops, trying them on, Julia couldn’t resist the temptation to try a few on, the assistants were round us like bees round a honey pot, they could obviously smell a good sale brewing, I looked at a black beaded full length gown, low fronted, no back, it. ...but...." There you go then it's settled, this Sunday you can be Mistresses sissypuppy alongside me!" I beamedHe was caught by my enthusiasm, and of course his submissiveness.Working on this I was quite assertive giving him no chance to back down"Okay Mistress will expect you six in the morning at the stile beforethe wood" I orderedI then quickly walked on giving him no chance to refuse, deliberatelynot looking backSo the following Sunday I arrived to find him already there. He pulled his still hard weapon from her well fucked pussy and slipped up her body and wiped his slimy cum all over her tits. Mrs. Zamora cooed in pleasure. Rob took Mrs. Zamora by the back of the head and pulled her mouth onto his dick. She had been dreaming about deep throating him, now she had the real thing. Rob slowly moved his dick down Mrs. Zamora’s willing mouth, far into her throat. He took his time and increased the speed with which he was fucking her face. Rob looked down at this.