"Why do I always screw things up? When we were first married, I almost destroyed our marriage with my drinking and affairs. Now I've cheated on my hus...and again, driven him to prefer other women in his bed. Why? Why must I always destroy what I want the most?"The last words were almost unintelligible. Her sobs increased and practically took her breath as she tried to pour out her feelings to a woman who held her hand and outwardly sympathized, but inwardly laughed, reveling in Claire's. In an effort to get him prepared, I had him lay on the bed and I straddled his back to give him a much-needed deep tissue massage to help him relax from the stresses of a hectic workweek. I poured a heated pool of his favorite ginger/fig/honey body oil on the small of his back and began working out the stiffness and creating more stiffness in other parts of his body. I caressed and soothed away frustrations caused by contracts that didn’t get signed, vendors that didn’t come through with. I slowly twisted my body around and reached under the dog. He was still lapping at me with his huge tongue. But he allowed me to touch his lengthening cock and as he realized that what I was doing felt good to him he stood still and I was able to turn around and put my mouth over his cock and start sucking.He had probably been sucked off by a human, by some other poor woman before. He may even have been one of the dogs that I sucked off earlier this evening. He finally stopped fighting to get. But finally, and quite unexpectedly, she refused, which embarrassed us pretty much. When she brought us our overcoats, she was like transformed, being frosty and almost impolite. Sue shook her head as a sign of mute rebuke but did not give any explanation for having changed her mind so suddenly. We could not understand anything. At home, we talked it over, without having a clue what had gone wrong. And finally, we asked ourselves: could we risk to show up at the ‘Rider’ once again after having.