She freezes, and in her haziness she recalls, last night, and has the briefest of moments where she remembers Noon bringing her to orgasm whilst she s...ept.It should've disgusted her, she'd been brought to completion by her dog, not once but multiple times. As she came back to the moment, she see's Noon looking at her almost expectantly."You like that, Noon? Tastes good?” she asked hesitantly, not expecting much in the way of an answer, she's surprised when Noon barks and attempts to push his. ‘You a regular here?’ ‘Pretty much, three or four times a week. This your first time? Haven’t seen you before.’ She nodded and gently, slowly freed her hand as Arthur put their drinks on the counter. Lanky guy Barry paid. ‘Yes, first time in here. But I don’t think it’ll be the last.’ She gave a fleeting smile and turned to pick up two of the wine glasses. ‘Right, that’s good,’ I said. She looked directly into my eyes. Fleshy lips parted, this time for a full headlights-on smile which. Mistress Pickles’ house was, I was to discover, a salon for ladies who, like me and Mrs Pickles herself, favoured the sexual intimacy of other women. No doubt my Mistress was aware of my similar proclivities or, were she not, she soon came to be. I attended upon her with more than physical pleasure, for I felt a kind of love for the woman who had taken me from my earlier life. Her faith in me was the first such I had ever known and I rewarded her in my way with faultless loyalty. This loyalty. I smilingly wrote back, "I am happy you saw him, as he is going to be man of the house". She send me a smiling face with love you mom message.In a while I received an email from you.Hi Nina, I thought I fill you up on the day's events. I slept for a while then feeling hungry I went to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Amy appeared from her bedroom door, her eyes still dreamy with sleep, her hair mussed becomingly around her face. She had on an old tee shirt, which reached down to mid-thigh on.