The bad news was that his fierce resistance cost us considerably in blood and treasure to quash any opposition from said camp.“Any captives yet? Any... surrenders at all?” I wondered aloud now as we finished moving to the new spot.“Nope, as usual. No quarter given or asked. The Kluckers are determined to be martyrs for their pale version of Christ. Those asshats are in for a rude awakening at the Pearly Gates, if Jesus is real at all. They’re not expecting an olive-skinned Mizrahi, are they?”. A bit of precum dribbled out, falling in the roots of her hair, as she lapped at his balls as a kitten would with milk. Jake released her hands, the masked woman’s arm came up her hand gripping his cock, jerking it ferociously as she continued lapping at Jake’s balls, no doubt giving Ms Dyers and excellent visual. His ballstingled, he thrust his hips against her hand, his balls forcing themselves against her tongue. His balls lurched and his cock twitched. His opening salvos of cum shot. The pungent musky AROMA of my cunt juice was clearly affecting him.I became aware that I was breathing heavily from nerves and aroused at the same time. Part of me, the animal part of me wanted to experience again the incredible sensation and pleasure of canine mating. The sensible part of me remembered my remorse and guilt after Goliath. The promise I had made to myself. I lay there, unable to move from indecision, fleshy thick thighs widely apart, engorged clit aching for relief, with a dog. Kim even loaned Grace the camera she had so she could take a few pictures herself. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Grace taking pictures of me while I shot the farm below.As I was shooting the pictures I noticed a white van coming down the road that pulled into the driveway of the farm. The van pulled up to the barn and the passenger got out so he could open the doors to the barn. The van pulled in and the passenger closed the doors. A short time later the two men came out the side door.