“Lena, we were supposed to be friends...”“I know, Jay. That’s what we said before we left. I dunno, though...”“Lena...”“Jay, I’m hav...ng second thoughts.”“Like ‘I wanna go home’ thoughts.”Those big blue eyes gazed at me. I knew exactly what she was thinking, at least on the surface. She shook her head, bouncing that blonde hair for me. Does she know how that affects me?“No. More like revisiting that whole ‘just two friends’ thing.”“Oh, god, Lena...”“I am I horrible, Jay?”“No, Lena, but I’m. I spent the next week in pure doggie bliss. My food and water bowlswere filled twice a day and the rest of the time I was set to service aregular parade of men who stopped by to breed me like the bitch that Iwas.They frequently brought their own dogs, so I usually spent a lot of timechoking on their human cocks while I was knotted to their dogs. I barkedin appreciation of all the yummy doggie treats being delivered into mymouth and doggie pussy. Best of all, I spent each night staked down in. Melody shifted and I sank a little deeper. She moaned. I held my breath and started describing each of the two hundred plus pictures of water lilies by Monet in my head.“We could just...” she whispered as I pinched her nipple.“Wouldn’t be fair,” I answered.“But it’s all so perfect.”“Remind me to sleep like this with you again.”“Sleep with me like this again.”“Gladly.”I started pulling out slowly. She followed me, making it even slower. Finally, I was all the way out. “Oh,” she moaned.“I’m. “Ha, ha. Yeah, me too. Sorry, you just felt so good, I couldn't help myself.” she said, sounding a bit embarrassed. “You were definitely being naughty last night. You know what seeing you in your tight little shorts does to me. I couldn't help myself. Your legs drive me crazy.”“Why do you think I wore them?” she asked in a flirtatious tone.“You little brat! I love it when you're being naughty. Hold on, let me close my office door before someone hears us.” he got up and closed his.