Next thing we knew, there wassome noise behind us and I felt a tongue licking at thecum as it oozed out of my ass. It was then that Isuddenly realised...that it was a dog’s tongue.“Remember when I called you a bitch? Well that got mesort of thinking, and I thought it only fair that thedogs here should have some fun as well as us.” he told meas he squatted in front of us, his cock now erect againand his balls dangling down between his legs, “And whilethey’re both. A whimper escaped my mouth, as tears ran down my face. I reached for the phone with trembling hands."Joy," I said, my voice muffled by the new teeth, "I'm feeling sick today. I won't be in, okay?" Sure. Want me to come over?" No, no, please don't!" I urged. I thought fast. "It's a really contagious flu bug, and I wouldn't want to give it to you." Sure. Take all the days off you need -- just come in when you're feeling better." Thanks, Joy."With that, I fell back on the couch, and watched NBC. "Although I never had that problem, at least atyour age". "Yea but by the looks of it, you might have that problem now, itseems that your junk might be getting too big for your pants." I saidlooking at the bulge in his slightly tight jeans. It was clearly visiblethat his cock was growing steadily down his left leg. He didn't say another word as I reached my hand over to his leg andoutlined his massive tool with my finger that was expanding rapidly in hispants. His cock grew hard. In a rush I dried my body and selected decent clothes, nice jeans, a pretty powder blue tee shirt with a lower necline. On an impulse, I disregarded panties and bra, wondering... no, hoping... that Dana would be pleased with my decision. I hurriedly brushed my hair and applied makeup, doing my eyes, adding some pale lip gloss, wanting to look good for her. Wanting her to see I'd taken care to look good for her. I checked the clock as I pushed bare feet into a pair of tennis shoes. Two minutes..