“Sure,” I said in my best sultry, falsetto voice. “But I don’t have a thing to wear….I didn’t pack for Bri.” “Not to worry,” he said... “Go with Ms. Smith here. She has been instructed to assist you. Take the camera and shoot what you think or want. I hope the living quarters are to your satisfaction? Good. I will see you tomorrow then.” He took another long look at me and smiled as he addressed Ms. Smith. “You have your work cut out for you,” he said and we left the office. Ms. Smith, or Jean as. Maybe she and I could also put of a show later, after the dogs had had their way with us.We heard a car enter the drive. “Quick” he said “disappear while I stall these people”. Mrs Walden and I headed for the small room he had mentioned. I noticed Mrs Walden knew exactly where to go. She had obviously been here before when she got Goldie. But maybe more times? I was curious. We went into the room. There was a wardrobe to hang our clothes and a small bathroom with a shower. It was a very good. Sandy woke up hungry at around 2 am in the morning, she looked over and Ethan was sleeping in his bed, she noticed there was a subtle smell in the air, something musky. She couldn't put a finger on it. She just shrugged, drank some water and headed over to the kitchen to grab a snack from the fridge. There was yoghurt, some leftover pudding and few other leftovers. Looking at yoghurt reminded her of last afternoon, instead she picked the pudding and ate it then and there. She missed this part,. He slowly bent over me and nibbled at my stiff nipples. I pressed his head into my bosom and felt the ticklish sensation of his mustache. Slowly he kissed his way to the wonderland and pressed his lips to my lower lips. I almost sat straight. This was a very novel experience for me. By now his tongue had entered my hole and found the G-spot. I sat and sandwiched his head between my cunt and my boobs. I rubbed them onto his neck. My pussy juices were running like a stream.I was still lost in the.