Not that his sewing would win any quilting contests but it got the job done. Out here he was as glad for skills like that which he had learned in scou...s and from his Mama, as he was for the hunting and recon ones his Daddy and the Marines had taught him. Things were tough on the streets, but he supposed no tougher than life anywhere else. He might have to put in a few hours every night scourging for food and whatever else he or his couple of buddies needed, but that was a far sight more honest. Totally.....Anyway,3 in the morning and I'm pissed and I tell Tom,time for bed,and I go in to the bedroom,strip naked,and crawl into bed,leaving Tom to finish off his beer.Some time later,I have no idea how much later,I feel Tom snuggling behind me,obviously naked,and obviously hard.He must have been gently rubbing his cock on my ass for a while,because I was very wet with his pre-cum.I jumped and he said "sorry,I wasn't really trying to fuck you,I was having a cuddle,and..well..it felt sooo. They are clarifications and streamlines mainly, with one foreshadowing element added. This isn’t meant as a stand alone story, and as such, you might want to read the first three chapters first, otherwise you might end up as lost as I normally seem to be. In the interest of full disclosure there are a couple of things that you should keep in mind when you read on. I started this with the initial premise and a completely non-sexual dog that you meet in Chapter six. The story made it into the. She brings herself to her feet, trying to maintain composure she struggles to maintain in front of what she (audaciously, you think) considers her own slaves to punish. ?Yes master,? she whispers. Then, looking at her feet, she looks down at you and remembers your presence. She decides to cut her losses and change the subject. ?Master, I brought your star performer like you asked,? she says as she picks up the leash she dropped when she was spanked. She pushes you forward and pulls you to.