After Dan's retaliation, my disturbing urges toward my male coworkers disappeared. Every time that I even tried to think about pegging or caning one o... them, my thoughts turned to the recording that I had watched and had insisted that Dan must encrypt and keep in a very private place. It was of me in bondage, bent over a large foam cushion, with a vibrating wand turning me into a whimpering pile of sated lust. These thoughts didn't make me run to the ladies room to masturbate. They made me look. Wild barking followed. George didn’t tell me he had dogs. Why would he? Not the sort of thing you would discuss whilst chatting about whether or not swallowing cum seemed ok or not. George opened the door. He seemed a lot older than the years he had confessed to, and certainly a lot more portly than the picture he had sent me. He smiled at me and without saying a word beckoned me in whilst trying to hold back the tiny dogs than were still barking and wrestling with him to get at me. As I. His seven inch, thick, uncut cock would fit nicely down my throat. I always loved foreskin and took advantage of playing with it. I heard him moaning and was turned on even more. I licked his shaft and played with his balls. He rubbed my bald head and I hummed on his cock. The vibrations took their toll and he squirmed around a lot. I knew my style would have him coming in no time at all. I wanted his nectar and knew how to get it. I stopped sucking him and took both of his balls into my. Besides, I was already showered. Why on earth would I subject myself to sweating myself back to a melted mess? A little ashamed, but hot enough to ignore the nagging feeling I should do something productive, I headed back to bed with the idea of reading a book and seeing if any motivation strikes me to do anything (yeah, right, Aly…). Towel dropped carelessly onto the bedroom carpet, pulling a pair of panties on while my other hand reached for the dial labeled “Maximum A/C”… Buzz. Buzz. Buzz..