I didn't have to wait long, he hurled loads of abuse about how I was taking it, that I was a whore, slut, slag, fag, faggot etc. It seemed to spur me ...n, until he withdrew, he didn't come anywhere as much as the last guy, but I'd drained him, I spat it into the loo.Next was the guy in the door, he had been very patient, but wasn't now, he was literally just fucking my mouth, I took all of him, and he didn't last long at all, he wanted to come on my face, so he instructed me to put my face to. She explained that they were trying to get him to fuck a woman without the female dog scent that they had been using. She was going to try to get him started with my mouth and then have him fuck me.She pulled the dog back around to my face. It was obvious he was anxious about something but didn't quite know what to do. He licked my face again, this time getting his huge tongue into my mouth. Kelly moved him around so that his cock, which was already starting to come out from the sheath, was. He was a mongrel dog weighing about 100 lbs. My ex used to refer to him as a junkyard dog, but I loved him and he was certainly a faithful dog, good companion and a wonderful protector! I didn't need to worry about any young punks in the street when I had my dog with me! When he was angry he could strike a chord of fear in any man!Well, he was finally calming down and I was gently splashing warm water up over his back and starting to soap him down. I enjoyed soaping him up as much as any dog. I thanked her, and we went for a walk. It was still mid-morning, and we had made good time getting into the city.“I wonder why the androids aren’t looking after the garden,” I said to Greta as we wandered through it.“Well once we are settled in you can go ask them,” she told me.That made sense, so we headed into the tower. I found the elevator marked ‘Horn Residence’ and pressed the button. We stood there for a bit, but nothing seemed to happen. I knew from Ochre City these elevators were.