His wife had suddenly turned into a sex manic. He sat in the living room and waited for his dog loving wife to return home. His nature didn’t allow him to punish her as such but holding the whip hand meant pleasure for both of them and maybe, just maybe, he could fulfil some secret desires. “Yes that it bitch. How could he use this to his advantage? Again Millie as she was told. She realised a quick suck would not satisfy her husband this time. “Strip” he yelled “get your clothes off”. As he watched Ann’s Doberman came into the room. She kissed him passionately when he walked into the kitchen. Millie was moaning and wriggling her arse. Barry tucked his cock back in his pants. “Yes I saw you” continued Barry “on your knees with that dog on top of you. There had to be a reason. She was sitting in a lounge chair and masturbating as she watched Millie being fucked furiously by her dog.
