And what was the “Treat” that Angela had promised my faith-full hound? I couldn’t let on I knew, nor that I had cameras about the place but I ha... a plan. I phoned Angela and told her that I wouldn’t be home until Saturday morning, whereas in reality I intended to be home Friday night. She promised to look after Bruiser and I was sure she must have had the biggest smile on her face as she chuckled to herself whilst talking to me. Was Friday night going to be “Treat” night?Friday, I wrapped up. “You forget something?” I ask, locking the back room.“Yeah, my water bottle.” She replies, looking up and down the aisles.“You mean this?” I say, holding a bright pink water bottle in front of me.“Oh, yeah, that’s the one.” Walking towards me, I notice her cut off shorts; perhaps cut a bit too short.Taking the bottle, she looks at my shoulder and asks, “Is that a tattoo?” Looking at my sleeve, the bottom part of it is displayed past the cuff. Pulling up the sleeve, I showcase a nine-tailed. 'Long enough darling'....... and I felt him push up against my naked skin, feeling his arousal so very distinguished at the bottom of my back.'Stop, I need a shower' I said, but he didn't stop. He was holding me very tightly and biting the back of my neck, wanting to get nearer and nearer.I couldn't get away, I didn't want to get away.He forced himself into me, his huge cock pushing very hard into me, making me moan. Where had he been hiding these last few months, this is the man I married,. While doing so, I slowly moved to lie beside her on the bed, and turned her body until we reached the spooning position. Still kissing her passionately, I groped her boobs passionately. I then moved one hand onto my cock and guided it into her crack. Her butt cheeks were doing wonders as they enveloped my cock. I kept sliding my dick to and fro within her crack.When I stopped the to and fro motion, my penis head was on her asshole. I had lubed up her ass thanks to the saliva from her deepthroat.