I kept the fleas and ticks away, kept our bedding clean, airing out the mattress every few days, and of course our Master was diligent in all things a... well, such as washing our blankets and quilts. He didn't require me to crawl on my hands and knees outside; as such a thing would have been silly. It was a good life, a dog's life, and so far as I could remember, I was happy for the very first time.There were other changes as well. I'd long since removed my human jewelry, my rings and earrings,. I ran my fingertips up and around her smooth thighs and her enviably tight stomach and grabbed a handful of her perky little breasts and those hard nipples. She took off her camisole to let me touch her some more. Then, I nestled on top of her between her legs, wrapping my arms around her lovely little body.She was responding to my every touch with a gasp or a moan or a lilting, “Ooh.”She pulled me into another kiss. I didn’t fight it this time. Instead, I got lost in it. When she stopped, I. ’ We’d apparently given Mom and Dad enough time to at least retreat to their own room. Our shoes were snowy so we removed them in the entryway and left them to dry. We crept up the stairs hand-in-hand and when we reached the door to our bedroom, I swept Fay up in my arms and carried her across the threshold.We tenderly undressed each other and brushed our teeth. When we returned to the bedroom, we stood on opposite sides of the big bed and looked at each other. Suddenly, the bed looked too huge. I don’t want to disturb the neighbors.” She took my hand and led me into her house. She closed the door behind us and turned down the lights, leaving just enough of a glow that we could see each other faintly. She slowly slid the robe off her shoulders exposing her breasts. It clung to her nipples as it fell to the floor. She looked unbelievable. Her breasts were quite firm for a lady of forty-five and her nipples were hard and protruded almost a full inch from her tits. My mouth was watering.