I could feel more of the cock become exposed as I slid my lips down the cock from the tip. I had a cock in my mouth! What was I becoming? First, letting a dog lick me; then, letting dogs fuck me; now, taking dog cock into my mouth. I slipped a hand between my legs. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my cunt. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this little cock and my ass, my naked ass, was rimming sticking up in the air. I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the more of that liquid came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the length of the exposed cock until I felt the fur of the sheath on my lips. There was about four inches of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four inches of cock in my mouth and I was going to fuck it, too. As soon as the thought passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his head to appraise me, sensing something different muscle was about to happen. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hands and started patting my ass to hunks encourage him to mount. By this point, I was assuming all the man’s dogs were familiar with fucking if only with massage dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only oral human-bitch. I needed to know. I would ask him. A funny feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their ONLY human-bitch. My brother’s eyes shot open, “You did . . . I nodded enthusiastically, looking up from my shoes. "Good job, massage Jeni," he sighed, eliciting a smile of satisfaction from the girl. There was a constant flow of liquid coming from Kristen’s used pussy. I considered the professional appearance and smiled. “‘Heh, let’s leave my name out of it,’ he said, trying to retain his anonymity. No backing off anymore. I’ll see you tomorrow. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began oral putting everything away. I tensed my finger on the trigger, weighing my options in my head. “Did you just cum again?” Delight asked me as I was waiting for the drinks. “Is rimming it really long enough to come out of your pants?” Melinda asked, heart speeding up. I want a taste of your big dick. We did not bother dressing. After I park my car behind her Mercedes, hunks I walk up and knock on her white door. “You want him in you,” he growled. I am going to do all the work for you, son!” and turned the water on. Or, maybe her feelings were solidified in college, where she and her roommate became intimate and she learned to love the tender muscle embrace of another woman. It’s a good target even if I don’t find my ally. Then she got creative. "Just to make sure we're on the same page, Mrs. Peterson," I responded as I fiddled with my tie and squeezed my already erect organ under the desk, "Are you saying you want me to give you an anal examination?"