..” She says with a smile, looking at the dog. He’s already beginning to get hard – the tip already beginning to poke out of his sheath. She run... her hand forward off the hairy sheath and onto the tip – holding it gently between thumb and forefinger. “Oooh, it’s very warm...”She smiles to herself and repositions, dropping her head down toward his belly, turning her head on its side, her cheek against his belly ... Looking up at the cameras, making sure everyone has a nice clear view of his cock. But you can't stop the Program; some of us need this." She hesitated. "I did. In a way, what happened last night was ok." Oh, Honey..." No, wait. See, before, well, I'm — I was — I was afraid of sex. I was afraid of everything about it. I like being on stage — people look at me but they can't touch me. Not physically or emotionally. Sex is supposed to do both, so, I was scared. I didn't know how scared. I thought I could just smile and ignore it this week — I mean, I knew I'd be nude, but I. " Sad all the same," I said."Never mind all that. Now follow me," she said, taking my hand and leading me away.Hand in hand, we wended our way through the other guests like two small children attempting to flee unnoticed from a stuffy room crammed with grown-ups. Outside of the main reception hall, the house was deathly quiet as Maggie led me from room to room. As we traipsed from one space to another, Natasha kept up a running commentary supplying background details to every room we visited.. )From a distance I could see that several news-crews were still parked on the shoulder outside the gates. Perhaps sleeping in their vans, or perhaps waiting with low-light cameras ready to film anything interesting. I didn't want that to include me flying over, especially without my ski mask, so I decided to approach from the rear of the property.I did a very wide loop south of the mansion, a couple of miles away from it to make sure I was invisible and because the reporters' cameras would have.