I hear your breathing pick up again and I feel your balls tighten against me, but you stop mid-stroke. You slide your right hand to my hair pulling me...up and back to rest against your chest. Our lips touch, our tongues dance and we stare into each other’s eyes, and you playfully nip my lip causing my breath to catch. You let my hair go and push me back down one hand on my neck the other against the small of my back, wanting me to arch my back, open myself more to you. I feel your wet thumb. Still, if they wanted to see it first hand, I was more than willing to perform for them. I had worked extensively with the Labs as I suspected that as first timers the wife may not be ready for the Great Dane. I would keep him as either back up or as an encore. Either way I would enjoy him even if they left early. I was always happy to go that extra mile to please clients.Saturday afternoon I went to work and prepared the dogs. The labs seemed very frisky as if they knew something was afoot.. ..oh hell, I'm not sure I know what Imean. They just aren't the same folks they were before they went nutsand got sent there is all. Look, I'm a cop, not a shrink! All I know isthat I wouldn't send my worst enemy into that place for treatment. Hell,they've been investigated at least a dozen times over the years, andnobody could find anything wrong, but I know somethings fishy as hell inthere, okay? We're gonna have to be careful as hell is all I'm saying." Screw careful!" I growled. "I'm. I rounded the corner to Cedar Bend, the street directly behind mine. George's backyard butts against mine so I cut through his yard and hopped over the section of fence behind the shed. The yard was black. In the house, the only light was coming from the living room. The d****s were closed but by approaching from the far side I could get between the bushes and window without any worries of being seen by neighbors walking their dogs or late night joggers. Being this close to the window I could.