I like being around them.”
By now they were walking down the street together, toward Sara’s house, although it was still several blocks away. Indian Sex “NO!!!” Sara screamed. Mike walked around behind her, to where Otto had been, and pulled up on the leash. This was her deepest, darkest secret, the thing she’d never admitted even to herself. All of Otto’s bitches get collars. She struggled against him, but he was much too strong for her. She shifted her position to get up on all fours; yes, they didn’t call it “doggy style” for nothing. He’s beautiful. Then, as Mike began to pull his cock out of her, she squealed, and squirted, spraying Mike’s cock and balls, the inside of her own thighs, and the ground under her. As they approached from the cross-street, Sara noticed that the man was fairly ordinary, middle-aged, average height, medium build. “So, do you live around here?” Sara asked. His name’s Otto?”
“Yep. Sara giggled, but somewhere back in the the most primitive part of her brain, something dark stirred as she felt the dog’s snout press against her crotch.
