.tasting...kissing...wanting. I reached behind her as we kissed and began to unzip her dress. She tried to stop me: "No baby...not tonight...please." ...ut I had been too quick. Her dress, now unzipped, was ready to be peeled from her body. As I lowered the dress, I kissed her neck...her breasts...her tummy. She begged me to stop...But there was no stopping at this point. My darling lover grabbed my head and tried to stop me from going any lower: "My love" she cried out. "Wait...I have something. “So what now?” he asked cheerfully.“Well, I have a few weekend projects I need to take care of,” she replied.“Work stuff or anything I can help with? I’ve got a great new tool belt to use,” he responded with a sheepish grin. The image of him shirtless, roughed-up jeans and the tool belt crept into her mind.“Well, unless you want to clean my bathroom and do my laundry?”“Hmmm… I’ll pass unless you have any sexy unmentionables you need washing.”At that, she laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the. "Well Pansy, you make a very good doggy don't you! Now lick the bowl outas your Mistress instructed you! We are going to help you transition intoan even more convincing doggy in a few moments."Pansy did as he had been told and, holding the ceramic dog bowl betweenflattened hands, his long nails extending forwards, he carefully lickedthe inner surface of the dog bowl out with his tongue, taking care not toruin his makeup. He was wondering what Debbie had meant by "transition"and what exactly hey. " Okay, Ed, do a good job and be sure you don't miss anything. I'll wait for you in the bedroom."I did a good job but I was dismayed that my flesh was not responding to what my mind was imagining. I got out of the shower to find she had taken my only clean towel. I had to plod down the hallway, nude, dripping water, to get another from the linen closet. With it wrapped around my waist, I timidly stepped into the bedroom. Although it was bright sunshine outside, she had drawn the drapes so that.