He worked it up and down her cunt tube, licking shallow and licking deep. He jolted her cunt walls from all sides. He tortured her little clit. He mad... her cunt juices drip profusely."I'm going crazy!" she cried, gasping for air.The German Shepherd didn't seem to hear her. Or he didn't care. He continued to snake his tongue in and out of her fuck- hole. Lewd squashing noises reached her ears. She even felt dog spit oozing down her inner thighs. She groaned louder and started pumping her cunt. " He stammered."No. It used to be. But not anymore. Whose city is it now?" She quickened her pace and thrust even deeper."It's your city ma'am." "That's right you fucking bitch. It's all mine now. I own this city because I own you. And I'm going to keep you in my pocket, something to get out and play with whenever I want. You said you'd get me my old job back, but I don't need it anymore. Because I'm the new Mayor and you're my new slutty PA aren't you?" Yes ma'am." He squealed.There. Then, remembering, I laughed and told her exactly what had happened, including my making up having the date, the girlfriend and everything else. We were both laughing by the time I got through with describing leaving her mom in the pool and Donna's angry exit. I left out the parts about my multiple spontaneous emissions and having to change out of my spunk filled briefs. She said that Donna had come home Tuesday night mad as all get out and had been an absolute bitch to her and her mom ever. "I hate flying!" Andrea declared, walking to the bar. We had a bit of time, and she wasn't kidding, because she downed two drinks in about five minutes. And she's tiny. Very delectably tiny, no more than five feet tall and 110 pounds of fit, sexy, toned silky flesh. Two drinks is a lot, I thought to myself, but I knew that she was a calm and collected person, soft spoken, and certainly not a wild drunk to the best of my knowledge.The time came to board, and she got another drink as soon as we.