On the third time she did this I placed on hands on her slender waist and held her in place as I rubbed my crotch against her. She responded by pushin... her butt backwards and increased the pressure of our bodies against each other. I wondered if she could feel my erection against the crack of her butt.Another time as she rubbed her bottom against me I gently ran my hands over her pert breasts, marvelling at their firmness and the feeling of her silky cups under my hands. She gave me no. Then in return, I’d “hit” Mom playfully and Bear would “attack” me. As I got older, I realized Bear knew this was just playing but when we first got the dog I thought this was serious training.When I was maybe eleven or so, the play-hitting turned to wrestling, still playing but it was a workout too. Mom could still put up a fight when we started. She’d sometimes just come up behind me for a hug and keep squeezing and I knew a bout was starting so I’d try freeing myself or spinning around so I. (I'm not sure what she'll say to that. I mean, she says she's a submissive but she still seems to have a mind of her own.)The studio looks more like the offices of an advertising agency than a tattoo parlour. It's in a 1930's style building that wouldn't be out of place in an episode of "Poirot". The waiting room is clean and bright, lots of Art Deco style and a friendly receptionist who offers us tea while we wait - a bit like going to see a private doctor or dentist.Jonathan appears after. When she saw Willie, you would have sworn that she just saw a long lost friend. “Willie!,” she cried, “are you the one that’s going to do me for the last time tonight?”“You bet he is baby,” Jerome said, “now turn over so he can get at it.” She did as commanded.“Come on boy climb on me and fuck me good.” she said glancing over her shoulder.The dog first sniffed her pussy which brought a squeal from her. He then began licking the cum and piss that continued to leak out of her holes. She moved her.