Willie
The blond sss is relentless. I must rapidly move knees and elbows to push about the dog legs in order to keep pace with her long stride. When she pulls on the leash to admonish or shift directions, it feels as if my n****e harness will slice my areolas in half.
And the ridiculous Peetie not only follows her lead to precision, he seems able to anticipate Officer Bensons every whim and revels in her cruelly offered guidance.
Meanwhile the gorgeous Miss Chloe is in complete dishabille beneath Miss Lenore. But when I turn my head for the slightest glimpse, an exacting hand jerks my chain with noted authority. Yet I can feel my freed p***s waggle, so randy that the tip brushes my lower belly.
Seeming to tire of the forced exercise, we are led to the far corner of the yard. Officer
