Onward we went, spanking in different spots, shaping my hand differently, varying the timing and intensity. She seemed to reach an altered mental stat..., intoxicated with sex. Finally, I grabbed a towel, cupping it in my hand beneath her pussy I commanded: "SQUIRT!" and squirt she did! Maybe a half-cup or more, soaking the fistful of towel I held. I tossed it aside, unclipped her hands, and stood her up abruptly, again using her hair as a handle. I kissed her again roughly.I whipped the chair. After about 45 minutes, Hercules was brought back in and the woman was helped to her feet. She was now wearing the skirt, so Hercules was as calm as he ever was. She turned her back to Hercules and raised the skirt just enough to get the ointment applied. Sue gave her a cloth to wipe her hands while Grace slipped two "socks" onto Hercules' forefeet to keep him from cutting the woman with his claws.As soon as the woman was ready, she faced Hercules and dropped the skirt. The dog ran to her and. I felt like a woman, at least what I thought it would be like to be made love to as a woman. I grabbed his sides, running my hands with their painted nails over his sides and back. He started to move faster. I moved with him. My hard cock was rubbing against his stomach, aching for release. We were both moaning loudly. He varied his pace and I varied mine, we both wanted this to last all night. We kissed deeply, he ran his hands over my tits, my sides, he lifted my legs up when he started to. "And stuff." Emma repeated cryptically. "Lots. Of. Stuff." She giggled,then sighed dreamily. "But," she continued after a while, "he had to gethome, and I had to pick you up, so that was it for tonight."I was thinking lately, maybe Paul and I weren't going anywhere," shecontinued when the traffic began to move. "He's always been friendly atcollege, and we met up quite a bit, but lately we've only, like, chattedand had coffee. Running into him last night seems to have got things movingagain." So.