Repeating the word `flush'several times, I gently I forced his muzzle down until the cisternflushed again and I praised him again. He whined eagerly a...d Ireinforced my praise with more hugs and the steak."Good boy, flush the toilet. Good Boy!"He watched his own waste disappear then yelped happily and wolfed downthe meat. He was obviously getting the idea!Next he joined me in the shower and I lathered him affectionatelybefore shampooing my whole body as well. I had bought a new doggyshampoo that. I knew she blamed me, hell I blamed me.From that point on, I only got to jerk off, she would occasionally watch me do so. In some sick way, she actually believed that the way she carried on was because I wanted her to cheat. She told me if I had ever wanted it differently than that I would have done more than whine about it. I just couldn't stand to think of losing her. Everything I did was to make her proud of me. How proud would she be when I told her to fuck another man?In reflection, it is. My name’s Gregg. I aint got much and don’t need no help but you drop by and see us in a day or two. I’ll ask around and see what I can come up with fer ya. I know Bettie would like ta see ya. What’s it been seven, eight year since ya was ’round these parts?’ ‘Yeah, ’bout that I suppose. Didn’t plan to ever come back but you know how it goes. Men plan and fate intervenes. I been screwed by the fickle finger of fate aided by my own stupidity.’ Gregg didn’t say anything to that. He just shook his. ? Amy replied, hoping to get a reaction from the beautiful woman sitting on top of her.?No you’re not.? Sarah purred as she started her meditation exercises.Amy was a little disappointed and tried to push her fingers up between the small gaps in the wooden slats. She could just about reach through and touch the fabric of Sarah swimsuit but still there was no reaction. A drop of perspiration dropped from Sarah’s thighs and down on to Amy’s cheek. It felt nice and Amy moved her head slightly and.