I'm a whore... and a woman...

In my mind, however, remain the figures of trances with dogs, where they are my masters, and where I am a docile bitch to their most primitive instincts... I recognize the intense excitement that takes me, that they want me much more than the other bitches in the neighborhood and that no one else makes them enjoy. I could imagine how I could, touching their bath papers with the back of the box, sucking their pink stems, being penetrated by the anus or vagina of their owner, being penetrated by their prickly pearls, not caring about how much pain this might eventually cause me, just enjoying and enjoying my body, being in those hours of bestiality, leaving me alone in my room, where the beastly beast was always accepting, where they were my masters, and where I was a docile bitch to their most primitive instincts... I also noticed that the beastly beast, where they are my masters, and where I am a docile bitch to their most primitive instincts... I also noticed that the beastly beast, where they were my masters, and where I am a docile bitch to their most primitive instincts... I recognized the intense excitement that takes me, that they want me much more than the other bitches in the neighborhood and that no one else makes them enjoy.