“Both holes?”, he whispered in my ear, while he played one finger over my asshole. Instead I let my hand run through the fur of the Irish Wolfhound. XXX I felt… “You could catch your death out here.”
I just looked at him. It nearly hurt, this longing to be outside, be active, do something. “So, what are we going to do now?” He reached out, touched my stiff nipple. a burning in my stomach, the urge to run. “Bend over, legs apart.”
His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. Even though he and the Great Dane had only left me just two hours ago, I wanted to go to them, him. On the fifth day, he had declared, that I was no longer ‘in heat’ and brought me back here. “What the hell are you doing?”, were his first words from a distance, while I was already surrounded by the dogs.
