Then suffer the consequences after that. Max was still probing around the top of my ass. I knew he was more than ready. And so was I. The thought of h...s dog cock slamming into my ass. Made my little asshole tingle once again. My legs started to shake with anticipation. No more time to waste. I want that dog cock in my ass. No matter what! I lifted my ass higher in the air. Arched my back and spread my legs. Totally submiting myself to this beast of a dog. Max wasted no time. I could feel his. We drank quite a lot of wine, and got talking. I asked him if he was seeing anyoneand he said not (he was lying as it turned out). I asked him how he managed to masturbate! He was a bit shocked by the question. I admitted I had to do it daily,at least once. He'd got these tracksuit bottoms on, because the elasticated waist made iteasier to get them up and down. He said he hadn't been able so , since the injury, and this was four weeks. He was getting hard in the tracksuit bottoms, and I could. There was much concern from everyone especially Bullion’s owner, Ken. He buzzed and fussed around me apologizing over and over. Dave squeezed himself beside me in the shower, washing me tenderly, especially all the scratches, some quite deep and bleeding from the dog’s claws.When this was done I was laid carefully as if I was a china doll upon the bed and first aid was applied to my wounds.Ken admitted this was not the first time Bullion had attempted this but it definitely would be the last.. I only returned onholidays and a brief week in the summer. Then I was sent abroad tostudy in Switzerland and Europe. I finally was to return home when Iwas twenty."I said, "Mommy, you aren't going to send me away like that are you?"She hugged me and kissed me a lot of times saying, "Oh Honey, I willnever send you away, NEVER!"I was happy and said, "Good, because it would be lonely and I wouldreally hate that."Helen who was smiling at our exchange said, "Oh Angel, it wasn't allthat bad, but I.