"Where the hell is that Goddamned black bitch?" Milt snarled, bolting from the pillows to his feet and stripping away his lounging pajamas. "The Sybils are coming to buy Cesar tomorrow and if he doesn't get one more lesson in, he isn't going to know a cunt from an ass hole. Ring the servant's quarters and tell her to get her ass up here; I can't afford to let an untrained dog be sold or it'll ruin my reputation as a breeder."
Acquiescingly, Claudia stared at her naked husband with his thick, hairy chest and broad shoulders. Few men of his age had kept themselves in such trim shape, she reflected for the millionth time, letting her eyes trail down over his powerful physique, actually appreciating the slight overhang of his belly above the menacing wagon-tongue like cock poling out from his uncovered loins.
Yes, she could have been happy with him alone if things had been different, if he'd chosen to do anything else rather than play gentleman farmer out here on this old family plantation she'd inherited from her parents. But he'd been both ambitious and a profligate and she had frowned on neither characteristic, knowing that's what it took to make money in this evil world. Now, it their new dog-breeding and training business they were joining forces, combining their talents to make a small fortune. Best of all, it gave her an outlet to indulge in her own insatiable cravings at will, but she still could enjoy the sadistic pleasure of his ravishing cock when they both so chose, that act made more enticing by the extra-curricular activities they engaged in… like the one coming up.