As she worked herself against me, I would use my knees to slowly slide her jeans lower until she was grinding her crotch against me only covered by ou... underwear.The more she would work against me, the harder I would get and the friction of her movement would slide the head of my cock out of my underwear. Once it was exposed and fully hard, I would make sure that as she ground up the length of my shaft that when she reached the tip she would “top out” and push the tip against her panties where. “He suffers from roid-rage and chats up every cute red-haired girl he meets.” He smiled. “No, he’s a good ol’ Bluetick, but the only thing he ever hunts is the best place to lay down.” Misty held her hand palm down to the dog, who canted his head to one side and licked her hand. “Oh, he’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed.“Hunter, sit!” his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting. “Shake hands!” The dog offered her his right paw, which Misty promptly shook. Misty giggled delighted.. And this is what happened.I booked into Prestonfield House, a very beautiful, and wildly expensive hotel in Edinburgh, and made sure that not only had they put a bottle of chilled champagne on ice in the room, but I'd paid them to get their florist, Maxwell Flowers, to make a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the room too. The blooms were perfect, just emerging, and their scent filled the suite with their erotic charge.I'd also arranged with the staff that we would only be disturbed if I made. I remove the collar and as I take off my dress I hear the door open. Joe is home. Joe, the stupid, little-dicked fuck who just cheated on me with me without even knowing it. How pathetic can he get? Just then, I decide to see if he will show any signs of remorse. Will he confess? Will he show any signs of being sorry for what he's done even if he doesn't confess?I'm laying on the bed--still not showered--when Joe comes in the bedroom. I'm only wearing my panties and matching bra. "You're home.