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Dog Bitch to Gloryhole Hooker

... nowhere said, "Oh my god! Claire Dickson?" One of the men in another booth recognized her! My wife tried for a moment to get up, but she couldn't and the dogged plugged away. She started to whimper, realizing that I wasn't coming to her rescue and the question of whether the dog would cum before her after this new humiliation was about to be answered. "Tell us how much you like it, slut!" I recognized the voice this time. It was one of the dads from our neighborhood. Our daughters play together. She tells him what he wants to hear. "I love it! I love feeling his balls slapping my clit raw! Oh good boy! Good boy!" Her confessions were second nature to her now thanks to my training, even though her face wore a look of utter disbelief at what she was doing. I think she was starting to realize how liberating it was to confess her sins like this and how she could get off on it. She rode out a second orgasm while the dog finished but knotted inside her now, they weren't able to disengage. Awestruck at seeing this, I just simply sat and stared. While my sweet wife was cumming like a filthy whore as entertainment for sick perverts, a knock came at the door to our booth. "Let me in, man! I got pictures of Claire on my phone already." What could I do? Philip was a bit of an asshole but he was holding all the cards now. He had emailed the pictures to himself he explained to us. He was buddy buddy with me while watching my wife sit horrified in the center room trying to catch her ...

... breath, waiting for the knot inside her to slip out. Claire begged him. She told him that she would do anything he wanted. The mastiff finally softened and the knot slipped out of her with a plop and a flood of cum gushed out of her into a puddle on the floor. She crawled over to Philip and offered herself to him, but he was disgusted. "I'm not getting no dog's sloppy seconds! But you can show me those pretty titties of yours..." Claire quickly pulled the bra straps from her shoulders and then pulled the cups down so her perky breasts were exposed. It was the least embarrassing thing she'd done this evening by far. Smiling, he didn't say a word and instead just unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. My wife quickly crawled over to him, leaving a trail of dog cum behind her and slurped him up. She worked him like a pro, enthusiastically and energetically. It was inspiring to see her put on her best performance. I knew she wanted him to enjoy it so he wouldn't tell anyone what he'd seen. Within five minutes he had both hands clamped around her head and was jerking himself off into her mouth. She sputtered and choked on his cum, swallowing what she could. He shook my hand afterwards and told us not to worry. "As long as you keep me happy like that, nobody will ever know that you're a dirty little dog slut. I'm thinking PTA meetings and Christmas parties are going to be way more fun now, am I right?" He was sleazy but neither Claire nor I argued with him. So he zipped up and before ...