The audience loved that and the handler had a job trying to control Duke.A buzzer sounded and Duke was pulled away. He growled and his owner, Mr. Dave...had to soothe him. I was impressed. Duke quickly calmed down and was led away.However, Duke’s tongue had also impressed me. I was wet. Very wet. My juices were running more than the saliva left behind by the beast’s tongue.If I hadn’t been strapped in place my hands would have been at my cunt.Bernard announced the next dog. Chip. A German. At his house? Hmm nope. Too many people around. Family. Sisters.I sighed. Where then?The answer came out of the blue.Mom was frying up some eggs and bacon for a sandwich. "Oh, by the way," she said above the crackling. "Your Gran is going away for the weekend on some sort of day trip with her friends. A coach thing. She'll be gone a couple of days and she asked if you would be willing to sleep over and keep an eye on the house for her. It'll just be for Saturday night. I'd do it but I have. I had enough money in my account to do this and not feel overly put out about it. I packed my one good suit in my hard-side suitcase along with a paperback to read and tea fixings for the hotel room. It would be cold on the east coast in early March. I prepared for it.Equipped with my suitcase, a small courier bag containing a laptop and my birth certificate I took the train into Chicago's Union Station. I found out which subway line to take to get to O'Hare Airport and spent a boring hour plus. Benson turned my life upsidedown. He did the one thing that he agreed he wouldn't do in this class."I'm adding another song to our Halloween performance," Mr. Bensonannounced. Dread filled me immediately. "If we are going to be performingwith Sarah for Christmas it would be beneficial for us to learn some of hersongs."I was stunned! I shot daggers at Mr. Benson with my eyes as I felt mybreathing deepen, my face heated up, and I did my best to hold back myanger. Sarah's songs were off limits for.