She seems to appreciate, the bitch. Again, I have bad stomach. Jealousy is there again. Gerard, does appreciate and often guides her head, speeding up...or slowing down the movements, even interrupting them from time to time.Gérard gently pushes the head of my wife away and lays her down on the bed. She lies on her back, with her chest exposed and her skirt wrapped around her hips. From there where I am placed, I see it well. She has her legs spread. She lightly lifts the head and speaks to him.. I crawl over and pick it up in my teath, I then drop it he pats me on the head good bitch. But you have to give it to me, so I bend down and grab it with my teeth and drop it in my new Owners stretched out hand. Leon puts my pretty pink collar around my neck, good girl tilly! He attaches a pink lead to my collar and makes me crawl at his side to the dog encloser.I think well they won't be able to fuck me anymore with my tail in, I crawled in thinking well they can't take it out.I crawl in and. I knew what my new house looked like but could not place itwithin the sequence of houses on the street. Sigh: numbers then. Why doso many houses now have such small address numbers on them? There it was!Number 77.I parked on the street across from it. I stood by my car and took in mynew home. It was a 900 square foot bungalow. Stucco exterior: white. Ablack, metal roof. Baskets hanging from the many windows. A neat frontlawn. A mature silver maple. Driveway and garage to the left. Whitepicket. She could barely contain her excitement as she opened the door for D, his wife, and their dog. "Hello, I'm Stephanie, I run the kennels and facilitate the breedings," she said, offering her hand."I'm Janice," replied D's wife. "D says you run a very professional operation here. So, why the after hours meeting?" She asked, somewhat skeptically.As Stephanie led the bitch out to the kennel, she explained how the business, and the need for occasional after hours appointments. She also took in the.