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I Animal sex made my way through the darkened rooms to the sliding glass door at the rear of the house. I slowly opened the blinds and peered into the night. He wasn't there. The back yard was still and empty, but for a long unused playset we had bought for Shannon years ago. My body relaxed as the tension drained away, and I realized that maybe I hadn't really wanted this to happen after all. That was when Dean stepped into view. He had been waiting at the side of the sliding door, and must have seen the movement of the blinds. I froze instantly, all the tension returning to me as if my body had just been magnetized. The spell he had over me evidently hadn't worn away in the few hours since our upstairs meeting. I watched his lips move, and though I couldn't hear his voice, I could read his lips.
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"What Beastality pictures a lovely vision you are," he said. "You're mine now." He said it without a trace of query. It was simply a given fact. "Lead on, slut. You know what to do." Without a word, I turned and led him back through the kitchen to the living room. I felt him more than heard him following me. It was almost as if I were a dog on a leash, and he my master. With great trepidation I stopped and turned to face him in the middle of the living room.
The Horse dick only light was that of the moon, finding its way through the immense bay window that looked out upon our front yard. The moonlight painted us with a surreal midnight glow. From the window you could also see several of the houses across the street, and hence if someone were looking at our house from one of those houses, they could see the window, though I'm not sure if they could actually see into it, especially at night. I didn't want to take any chances and began to reach for the shade. Dean grasped my arm to stop me. He shook his head, denying me.
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My knees buckled, and I descended to a kneeling position in front of him. I gazed up at him expectantly, waiting for him to make the next move, but he just looked down at me as if savoring his conquest. It was apparent he wanted me to do the work. I reached forward to undo his pants. He stopped me by grabbing my hands in his.
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This Horsesex dogsex seemed to satisfy him, and he let go of my hands. I unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and lowered them to the floor. Any hesitation I may have experienced previously had disappeared. Now I was just a slut with an aching need to perform as a slut would. Dean's boxer briefs quickly followed his pants. He stepped out of them and stood before me, completely naked, having removed his shirt while I was taking care of the rest.
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