He hadn’t raised his voice, but it still cut through her. “So then I guess I’ll just have to treat you like a child."He pushed his chair back a ...ittle, motioning her to come forward and she did, slowly stepping around the heavy desk until she stood beside her father.He was tall, even when sitting down and his eyes looked so harshly into hers that she turned her face away, instead studying the books on the shelves behind him.“On my lap,” he commanded.Her eyes darted back to him again, bewildered. Sampson was a common-sense seeing-eye dog with a no-nonsense attitude about licking and satisfying human female owners according to their personal needs and desires. He had developed a doggy style of humping that most human females found refreshing after the boring missionary poking of uninspiring males with a macho attitude that only considered “getting off” and with little consideration of their partner’s need to reach a satisfactory climax.The intelligent dog had not “knotted” his female. One dozen moral objections, eight social objections, several legal and religious questions, along with a "WHAT THE FUCK?" never surfaced--killed in her throat by the phrase "it's a tradition."With her voluminous petticoats piled over her head, feeling bare from the waist down because she was, Melody next felt the blunt rubbery head of a large cock trying to gain entry into her virgin niche with feminine fingers pulling vaginal flesh apart. Julie had gotten under her, facing her legs, and had. "Huh?" I responded out of sudden bewilderment, looking to see my daughter's head pointing downwards, my hands stopping the caressing of her back. "Oh... is Fido walking around down there? If he needs to go to the bathroom, let him out." Noooo, it's not the dog, you silly" she responded, looking back up with a cute yet pouty expression forming on her face, gently slapping my chest with the palm that was holding onto it. "It's your friend, dummy... why is he going to sleep? He's down there hiding.