Peter Green Pounds Princess Yummy Hard in Doggy Position

The end of the chain that went around the tree was then padlocked to the lead ring on the collar with the third lock. Beeg What was wrong with me? But then you do love both, and it isn’t that you do it because your collar requires it. Master had been watching, but also had Bill Caldwell, Master’s friend from the feed store in town, where he bought chow for the dogs. “I warned you about your pissy tone with me, yet you persist with it. This is after all something I do for them no doggie bitch would. Once his urine flow stopped, Bill quickly dropped to his knees in front of me. There was no denying it. Now the several dogs that live on our small farm in the country regularly take me, singularly and as a pack. Now my Mistress, his slave like me, was getting her cunt full of his overloaded balls. I had grown used to ass-to-mouth with the training Master gave me, so this wasn’t too bad. I was cunt fucked, and my ass found itself full on occasion, too. Here I was, naked, chained in the yard and eating like a dog out of a bowl. “Yes, Master.”
He pulled a dog collar and leash off the coat rack and fit it around my neck. Master came out mid-morning and released me. Then he too lay down beside me and slept as the others had. Master had usually fucked me or had me fucked at least four times by this time of the day.