To my relief it was justone of our dogs Sam a German Shepherd mix. I jokingly said to him “thanks for the scare.” I wentback to what I was...doing not paying him attention tillI felt a cold object touch my crotch. Again I jumpedand pushed Sam away asking him if he was crazy. Afterthe second interruption, with reluctance, I told myselfanother time and went to get my cloths. As I bent over to get my things Sam again stuck hisnoise in my crotch but this time with some force.Enough to. He told me he will if I got drunk with him. I said no and he said fine, we’ll meet some other time. Then he packed his bag and kissed me goodbye.The cigarette smell from his thick lips and his huge tongue caressing my teeth, I broke the kiss and told him that he can’t get any alcohol at this time as it was about 10 by now.He smiled and continued kissing me, groping my ass. He put his hands inside my shorts and groped them. I melted into the couch like a dumb slut. He stopped and opened his bag.. She phoned Cheryl and got the whole story – the one Ged never told her. She wondered what to do, so she did and said nothing, waiting for the right moment. She was a wise woman.For a whole month, Ged buried himself in his music, spending all day in this studio and emerging only for meals, writing songs and some instrumental music, and writing poetry which he put to music.He went for solitary walks, striding briskly out and walking for an hour each day when the weather was fine. When it was wet,. I could hear guys doing their business around the washroom area, completely oblivious to my naked body in the handicap stall. I felt around behind my waist, my butt plug remained in place. My entire body feels like it’s been hit by a truck, but my pussy and ass still hum in pleasure from all the attention they’ve received today. I pulled on my skimpy micro skirt, and my tight white tank top. I didn’t feel any more clothed than I did strolling around naked. I glanced at my phone. I could see.