This area of the labor camp also doubled as a place where the workers could get together every Friday and Saturday night for some drinking, fun, and. ...ild sex!...The pets he would acquire were for his and their enjoyment.He thought when he had chosen Jo that those's that worked at the shelter might become suspicious if he tried to acquire more than one pet at a time after never being there before. The shelter had a reputation for supplying only quality and well cared for pets.Jo was still. .. I felt a disconnection on his part, almost as if we both knew it was our last fuck together. I blocked out the realization that night, just for the small amount of time long enough to get my pussy to swallow more of him, than ever before and truly come, for the first time, ever... Waves of memories still flood me at the most inopportune moments, making my lower lips throb, and my mouth dry... Like now, as I sit here, staring vacantly out the front window of the ice cream shop I work at.. "Doggies don’t wear clothes? at the beach." It slipped down and I stepped out of it, looking around? to see who was watching. Of course no one was. It was a nude beach,? after all. He snapped the leash on my collar and off we started. He? stopped and looked at me, for a bit. "Hmmmm. This won’t quite do. Dogs? don’t walk on two legs." He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I don’t? want you getting your knees all raw from the sand.? Try walking on hands? and feet."?I looked at him blankly for a. How sad this all is, he thought, the pair of them caught in life’s abject transactional embrace. John felt a little sleepy off the joint now its initial paranoid jolt had lessened. His ennui was dispelled when she shut off the cold water and turned on the hot tap and with no warning stuck his dick under it, in a peremptory manner in total contrast with her previous slightly pedantic concern for the comfort of his prick. “Fucking hell,” said John,’”that tap runs too hot quick.” He recoiled.