It's not Enough TRI
From Create Your Own Story
I had been bullied and terrified into compliance and was now ready for use. I almost expected an immediate attack on me but the dog took one last pause. I felt a lick to my mouth.
The dog moved around me, still keeping alert for any last hint of betrayal from the me. Then it was up-up and away. The dog was now visible in his excitement. Fro, the corner of my eye I could see it was very red and looked slimy.
My panties were still the final problem before anything could commence.
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| Sarah, Age 36, Frightened |
