Wrapping his arms around her he slid his hands down until he could lace his fingers in hers, his thumb gently stroking the outside of her thumb up and...down tenderly. The embrace was familiar and intimate much like they were a couple; Him holding her, two lovers taking an evening in together, “Of course,” he answered her question, “though I think the personalities are quirkier than most real people. I like control,” Maeson volunteered, “I feel comfortable with it, I like arranging my world how I. He was engrossed in what was between my legs and he was not going to stop. I couldn't have manhandled him if I had wanted to, I was 110 soaking wet and we was 100 pounds of muscle and fur and he had found somethng that he liked. He had completely soaked the fabric of my thong, each stroke of his tongue caressed my semi hard cock, causing it to grow a bit more until it was fully erect and poking up out of the top of my thong. My mind was screaming at me, you can't do this, he's a dog it's not. I wonder what is going through your mind. I wonder if you can feel the heat of his body. I wonder if you can sense the heat of desire radiating from his unsheathed cock as it stands to attention so close to your most intimate of areas. I’m brought quickly back into reality as I see the other pair of hands grip and flex as they use your hips to pull you back toward the heat. It’s a position we’ve both never experienced before and, as you hold my gaze to ensure I’m looking directly into your. I agreed, asked them to wait, took a swig of my drink and walked out the door, closing and locking it behind me!Walking along the corridor past my neighbours doors very aware of the sound my boots made and scared that a door would open, but I made it to the door by the lifts and walked through it and on into the stairwell, certainly wasn't brave enough to use the lift. Once in the foyer I looked out the glass door, there was nobody to be seen, opening the door there was still nobody there, but.