Within mere seconds of shutting my door, the door to the adjoining booth fully opened and then closed. I slowly crouched and peered through the square...as I listened for what was to happen. And then a token fell. As his space lit up and I became able to first see the flaccid, uncut cock that waited there; I also came to recognize the manly body it belonged to, and that fact alone caused a wave of hungry saliva to flood warmly over my tongue. “Feed me that cock!” I whispered through to him as. I seemed to remember hearing that you shouldn't run from a dog for some reason, or maybe that's bears, but either way I'd stopped moving. I remained very still and when he came close enough I extended my left hand slowly, trying not to show any fear. He was a big dog though, as I said, his shoulders reached my hips and his head nearly to my breasts as he stood there. His legs were thick and he looked healthy, very strong and muscular beneath his dark fur, and his eyes seemed to glow amber. I would have prefered something big and heavy like a deeror maybe even a fox, but the quick little rabbit would have to do. Itput up a good run, I'll give it that, but in the end it was no match fora wolf of wolves and soon I was making a feast of its little body. Nopiece of meat went to waste and soon all that was left were bonesglistening in the moonlight.With my hunger sated reasonable thinking slowly made its return, and therealization that my pack was probably worried about me and that. Everyone I know seems to be jealous of me. Well it wasn’t easy or cheap. It was a life long dream that happened to come out right.I am forty years old now and have a lot of time on my hands since my business is in capable hands and practically runs itself. Like I said it wasn’t easy. Maintaining my beachfront requires many truckloads of sand to be brought in to stay ahead of the erosion.Once I had settled into my new career as a ‘beach comber’ (ha, ha) I realized that I needed to have some.