I open my eyes slightly and see you smiling lovingly at me. I return your smile and let myself enjoy your work on my body. You get the body wash and p...of and lather it up. I feel your hands, along with the poof, return to my body as you clean me. You make sure to get every spot, and then move to your own body. You cup your hands and run water over my body, washing off the soapy bubbles. You get my hair wet, and then lather it up with shampoo, washing my hair. You gently massage my scalp to. His body glistened withmassage oil before long; his muscles defined in the light only making me want him more.When I was finished with his chest, long after there was any point massaging, I had tocarefully navigate around his body before I could begin with his thighs. There wasdefinitely a huge obstacle when it came to moving down Jamie's body, and I didn't wantto touch it too soon. I wanted him to wait and be grateful. So it was to those wonderfulthighs I returned, running my hands across. I cannot say why, perhaps it was simply that I enjoyed the way our Master seemed content and pleased as he watched me mate with the other dogs. I always enjoyed our unions, but it was even better with Master watching us."Go on. Shoo now..." Master smiled as he pushed Bandy and then Bush away, and finally Barley as well, wanting to speak to me as I knelt in front of him. "I have your tags, girl," he said, reaching into the breast pocket of his flannel shirt. There were three of them, heart. Many had a non existent sex life at home. Almost all kept what they did quiet and were just as worried about people who knew them finding out. So although it was scary it also felt safe in a weird way.Although with most there was very little, if any, talking, some you got to know, at least a little. Even the ones you didn't talk with you recognized their faces and they recognized yours. You might see them at the mall or a restaurant or a community event and there would be this moment of.