Lacking Foundations, Finale

Reena was punctual at least. And she showed up wearing the thick black dog collar. Good. Obedience was essential for her partner.

She was knelt on the floor in the Castle home, Moses's wife at a political event and the kids with the babysitter. Moses opened the door, and Charles Broadus strode in.

He wasn't handsome. He had a heavy gut that hung down. But he was dominant and calculating by nature. He understood numbers, like Reena, but he was certainly less altruistic. He was a loan shark, preying on the ****.

Reena was wary of him, keeping at arms length. So Moses opened up the liquor cabinet in full to them. And the ice was broken, and Reena was giggling as she drank her girly concoction, and Broadus drank his Henny.

Broadus finally kissed her, wrapping a hand in her hair, and she moaned. She wanted this, perhaps mostly because of vengeance, but at least partially out of curiosity. And when she opened his pants, pulling out his long, fat trunk of a cock, she gasped cutely.

"I can't ... I can't handle this, I'm sorry," she demurred. His grip in her mane stiffened.

"You can and you will," he said firmly, pulling her to the bedroom. He laid her on her back, mounting her throat.

"Just take it easy, girl, let your Master in," he said, his voice low. He felt her obey, and he smiled, his fat gut hanging down as he aligned himself properly, pushing his cock into her mouth, then into her throat. He heard her gurgle and he smiled. Then he settled in, controlling her breathing, his hands roughly working her nipples and her clit. He made her orgasm first, then twice, and finally thrice before he pulled out and came, drenching her face in his seed.

"Tomorrow night, at 7 p.m. My place, pet. Wear your collar. Moses, I'm sure you can distract her suitably so I can get my fill."

Moses could do that of course, and had some pictures to add to his **** collection.