His tongue hung out as he grinned at her looking into her blue eyes with his brown ones. His message was plane. Youre my bitch. June misunderstood. Sh... dashed around him and ran for the gate. She got no more than ten feet before he knocked her down. Before the terrorized girl could get to her feet, he mounted her wrapping his powerful forelegs around her small waist. June screamed and struggled for a few seconds until he snarled menacingly. At that sound June froze. With his bitch in position,. His coat, she discovered, was not a foul-smelling thing, but instead smelled of savories and spices and things deep in the ground which were not yet rotten. When she was older she would recognize them as funeral scents. It was a cold night and she had only pajamas, but she didnt mind. With the winter wind in her hair she felt free. She was not surprised to discover they were going to the cemetery, with its aged trees and leaning monuments and angel statues with expressions of alien. I asked her " is his dick still hard?" she smiled back at me "yes very" and with that she started pushing back at him trying to get off again she motioned for me to bring my dick over to her mouth. She sucked on it just enough to get it wet with her saliva and then said something that still to this day amazes me " stick your dick in my ass" what she had never let me do this before and now she wants it while her pussy is totally filled with a huge dog dick and dog knot. But what the hell I. He couldn’t remember the last sign of human civilization he had seen- and who knew how much further down the road the next service station would be. Harlan took inventory of what he had with him- a big water bottle, a couple of energy bars, a jar of peanuts, and half a tank of gas. It wasn’t much but he wouldn’t starve and might not freeze if he was careful with how long he left the engine running. How long would half a tank last? Harlan was an office drone, not a park ranger, how the hell was.