I loved counting out our shared haul in reception. Every bill wettening my pussy.I liked it best when Karissa worked in one of the rooms that shared i...s wall with one of the other workers. Usually, it was Jean. Jean was small, perky tits, her hair wrapped into a bun at the top of her head. She'd been a cheerleader and valedictorian in high school. She'd almost gotten into Harvard but had to settle for Brown. She was smart but not smart enough to go into anything usefull like law or medicine.. So nobody - and I mean nobody - ties their damn dogs up, or keeps 'em behind a fence.With all the world to use for a doggy toilet, why have 'em shit in your own yard, right? So who cares? I care, that's who. I wanted less to do with the stinky fuckin' dogs than I wanted to do with Alice fuckin' Monroe.The damn dogs didn't give a shit. I was trying to take my time walking back to my aunt's to delay the scolding as long as possible, but every damn dog in town wanted to be petted, or wanted to. The look on Julia’s face was a mixture of sheer excitement excitement and terror rolled into one. Pushing her into the middle of the bed, I then climbed off and started tying the dressing gown cords to the bed, and as I did I could see Julia looking very vulnerable, so I said ‘you OK?’, ‘very’ was the almost indiscernible answer, that was the invitation I needed as I attached the cords to Julia’s ankles and tied them so that her legs were spread with just wide enough to allow a little movement.. She turned off the light and invited me up for a chat. By this time she was complaining of a headache. We talked about her k**s and the rest of her family, her job and marriage. I offered to give her a soothing head massage and i started gently rubbing her temples along with her neck and shoulders. She liked this a lot. At the same time she was complaining that her husband never gave her any attention and that she didn't want to go near him anyway (he was a pig farmer who didn't bother much.