.. I'm wet," she said softly."I'm hard," I told her, centering myself in front of the monitor, and stroking my cock slowly."No, you don't understand. ...ou're always hard. I, shit," she moaned, pulling her hand up and looking at her fingers, her beautiful pink petals on display. "I don't get wet, Steve. Not without a lot of solo work on my side." Show me," I asked her.She scooted her chair forward, rubbed between her legs, and slid her fingers inside, moaning. She sat up, and brought her fingers. ..so a check of the public transportation website...hurrah, a trolley leaves every 30 minutes near work and takes around an hour and stops not far from the cottages. I made a list of what I needed to do Friday...and had to put some things in a backpack because to catch the trolley to get me there on time I didn't have time to come home after work. I got things down, locked the door, and headed to work...and what I was hoping would be a night to remember.During the day my mind did not wander. Legs buckle. Heart pounds as if trying to escape the confines of my breast. Balls contract in the final rush to climax, and perhaps she senses it too, because she lowers her gaze from my eyes to my cock. That's all it takes to hurl me over the edge. Hot semen rises. I arch my back and thrust my hips to meet my hand. Her fingers are a furious blur between legs that are spread open at an impossible angle. I scream into the night as the first white rope ejaculates into the darkness. At that same. .. “Come on then ... Let’s be getting started...” She announces to the crew, or the dog, or perhaps the whole world. “I can’t keep my man waiting!”We cut to a shot of her man, breathing hard, eyes wide, watching.Dennis leans down and unhooks the lead from Casanova’s collar with the same easy quick flick that he used to unhook Charlene’s bra ... And the big beast pulls away quickly toward his new bitch – it would be easy to think he’s reacting to her looks and her great body, but he’s a dog ....