It was quite obvious he was pissed. The startled cashier looked up as she ran by him, heading towards the back of the building."You can't go back ther...e, Miss!" He stood as if to follow her. She ignored him and burst into the kitchen, startling the cook."What the hell? You can't come back here!" The gangly cook wiped his hands on his stained apron."Where's the back door?" She looked around the kitchen, desperate for an exit."What?" His face was wary."The back door. Where is it?" She pushed past. Everything was spitting flames into his nervous system. Arms, legs, eyes, fingers. The pain meant he could feel his fingers again, so there was that. They’d been numb before when they were bound behind his back. The fact that he could feel them was a good sign, right? He was no longer tied up, no bag over his head. Instead, he seemed to be on a bed.The light was dim in the room, but it still was painful to open his eyes. The room was small, narrow. More narrow than a normal room. The bed wasn’t. I smiled and headed for the pen holding the Great Dane. “Hello boy. I am so glad to see you” I said “we are going to have so much fun”. I let him out of the pen and let him follow me into the barn. “Let me know if you need any help” Adrian said as he walked back to the house. “We won’t need help will we boy?” I said. Slipped off my knickers I leaned again one of the benches. He came up and I patted his head and then squealed as he pushed his nose into my crotch.His tongue brushed over my pussy. Her legs are up and backand the man is fucking her pretty bottom with hishuge, cumming cock. Cum is drooling in thick gobsfrom her bottom. Her face is a mask of intense,erotic pleasure.In the last, the couple is lying side by side on thebed, kissing. The man has just stroked the panty boyto a delicious emission, every detail of which can beseen in the beautifully rendered drawing.It?s no wonder men love our publication, eh? Whowouldn?t like to spend his lunch hour like that? Andmaybe the rest.