He’d look around the neighborhood and town for a while. Sandra thanked him.Clothes came off fast and they got reacquainted with bodies they hadn’t...touched for three years. They managed two furious rounds before they heard the front door open.Sandra sent the vets to the store for supplies as she started a dinner for three. Her crotch tingled nicely and she sang as she worked. Tom hadn’t seemed to notice anything different about her as they rutted. She’d worried a little that he could tell his. Finally it sunk him he was always Sir or Master I do not know his really name.Looking at her watch she saw it was 6.30am and turned on her computer and looked up his address on Google earth. Her jaw dropped when she saw his house, it was in the expensive part of town and was surrounded by a wall and trees and was at the end of a Cul De Sac and overlooked open fields. Zooming in she saw a small pool and a sweeping drive way that guarded his privacy. Well he was at least rich from selling his. “Ha, well I’ve seen you try to pick up worse when you drink. That’s why I asked. Dude! Pay attention!” He yelled, causing Shane to quickly go back to the road, but not without a friendly hit to the arm. “We don’t talk about those nights. Apparently alcohol makes my decisions for me, and we’ve all seen how some of those life choices have panned out…” “Yeah, not so well, my friend…but really, if she’s hot, like you say, then you should go for it. Fuck it, what you got to lose?” Shane simply. .. Meeeeean muvva-fucker ... Casanova the Fird!”As usual, he times it to perfection, so the dog arrives within reach of the woman right as he says his name. Colette reacts by making a fuss over the dog, ruffling his head and neck, apparently no fear at all of this most evil looking animal. “Oh, who’s a beautiful boy? Eh? Who’s a beautiful boy... ?”Casanova is up on his hindlegs, front paws on her thighs, licking at her hands and wrists as she fusses over him. It seems fairly obvious that he.