Ayme always enjoyed these times together; both of them with their hands tangled in her hair, though she hardly needed any sort of coercion. She relished these quiet evenings; her primary task to please them. As she flicked her tongue more quickly over her Mistress's clit, her breath quickened. Master moved her hand to grip Prince and she could already tell the dog was eager. Ayme wasn't sure how a dog had been trained to do the things he did, but she wasn't complaining. After a few years of unsatisfactory relationships, she'd been celibate when she'd met them for well over a year.<br/><br/><br/>Prince gave one of his eager whimpers and ayme's fingers glided over his hard shaft, out of its sheath now. She heard Mistress give that soft gasp, that nearly silent intake of breath showing how aroused she was becoming and ayme drove her tongue deeply, corkscrewing into the sweet humid depths of her sex.<br/><br/><br/>Ayme feasted on the delights of her Mistress, tongue lavishing attention over the sensitive skin, lips occasionally kissing or sucking on her clit and then lower, gently nibbling on her tender flesh. She was honored when she was allowed to stay in the room as they had sex; watching the sensual frolicking in their bedroom was a heady treat; they were both dynamic lovers, creative in their ventures. Now, as she heard their verbal foreplay and felt Prince in her hand she felt the need in her belly quicken, much like the baby that resided there. Her skin felt hot, aching, her sex pulsing as she felt the sexual tension in the room grow.<br/><br/><br/>She lifted her gaze to them, her mouth still locked around her Mistress's sex, tongue dancing lightly in the folds, tasting her excitement, feeling it in the spasms of her fingers in ayme's hair. Hearing her Master's command, she glanced up, seeing her beloved owner's features, tense with desire and the pleasure of being able to watch the big dog used by a pregnant, petite redhead.  Prince, as though sensing his Master's desires stood, his heavy cock free of it's furry sheath, the tip oozing.  She took the tip into her mouth and was relieved when Master cautioned the dog, his voice husky with desire as he growled "Easy Prince..."<br/><br/>Ayme felt the dog's hips begin to move is spasmodic jerks, the knot at its base swelling quickly.  The act was nearly over before it'd begun; Prince sprayed his load and the slave gulped quickly, swallowing the bitter cum until the flow eased, then sucked a bit more, ensuring none remained...at least for this round.  It was a degrading thing, to be sucking off their pet dog and yet, ayme felt the familiar twinge in her sex and moaned, sliding her fingers over her sex a moment before raising her hand to Prince; it was a typical routine for aymelek; this wetting her fingers among dripping folds and offering it to the dog.  Prince lapped at her hand hungrily, butting his large head against her hand.<br/><br/>The knot would take a while to lessen without further stroking but, somehow, she knew the quick flood of his juices down her waiting throat wouldn't be enough for either of them.  She slowed her stroking to ease the knot a bit; it looked almost painful.  she kissed the base and then started to stroke again, Prince's tail starting to lash again.  She mutely looked up to them, licking just a small drop from the corner of her mouth.