“Dogs sleep on the foot of the bed.”
“Oh, sorry, Mistress.” Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our feet, her coffee skin stark against the white comforter. Xnx I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my cunt. She had a handful of Annie’s fiery hair and ground the slave’s face into her cunt, sighing softly. Thin and long, the head dark pink and weeping clear pre-cum. Her tongue was wonderful. They wore dog collars about their neck; headbands with dog ears on their heads, and butt plugs adorned with dog tails up their asses. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw’s seat. “You are Gardenia?” I asked her, stroking her face. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the wood.
