I hear the jingle of your tags against your collar as you bound across the house to greet me. “Welcome home, Missy,” you smile up at me. I can see...the excitement in your eyes and the furious wagging of your tail and know that you would like nothing more than to jump up and shower me with affection; but like the good boy you are, you sit nicely and wait for me to acknowledge you. The weight of the week begins to fade away as I look into your eyes, so full of devotion to me. I reach down and give. Carlos drove her onward with the single minded determination of a jockey, pounding and pounding as she closed in on the finish line, his face a masque of obsession, lust and power.And then she was there! Sweet, unthinking orgasm! All concern and confusion washed away as she convulsed with uncontrollable pleasure. Carlos hot seed pulsed into her and her eyes rolled back in her head as she touched the divine. There was only the fuck. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. All was right, and. Firstly who's bed was this, where abouts was this bed and how had I gotten here. There was a clock beside the bed flashing 5:30 with a goulish greeny glow. Then above the noise of my thumping heart I could hear a shower running. I flung back the covers to discover I was not only in a strange bed but I was here naked. The adrenalin jolt from that discovery pushed back the hangover and with a quick visual search I located my bra.Standing in the middle of a strange room clad in only a bra made me. The Harvest Moon turned out to have things she liked. I was greatly relieved, especially since they have a takeout and delivery service. That gave me at least one safe source of victuals for this fascinating and picky woman. No ... picky wasn't a fair word, because it has negative connotations. She was simply particular, and knew her own likes and dislikes. Nobody chooses something they dislike.She didn't skimp on her plate either. She got something labeled Chicken Pakora, and then a helping of.