Anders. Was war hier los. Ich war in freier Natur. Vor mir plätscherte ein Fluss. Ich ging zum Wasser und sah hinein. Ich war eine Dänische Dogge. O... Gott. Aber es war wohl das näheste Wessen.„Gizmo komm her.“ Das war wohl ich. Ich rannte in Richtung der Stimme. Dann sah ich mein Frauchen. Eine Frau um die 40. Schlank und knackig. Sie beugte sich zu mir und streichelte mein Fell.Ihre vollen Möpse unter dem Shirt lagen auf meiner Gesichtshöhe. Ihre Hände auf meiner Haut. Ich spürte meinen. If I'm quiet, maybe I can catch her again. Hey, this day might not turn out so bad after all. As I climb the stairs I can feel my own heart beating stronger and my dick is already dripping with precum. Maybe I'll jack off while I watch her... or maybe I'll just fuck the shit out of her. The moaning gets louder as I get closer and I peek through the door. I see the comforter all piled up on top of her and there is quite a bit of movement. She must be using the dildo I bought for her... and. Boards blocked the windows and only an occasional chink let light creep out into the darkness.He walked up to the door, and, only when he was inches away and it swung open apparently of its own volition, did he realize that there was a man's dark shadow behind the screen and that he was looking into a room of almost total darkness.Along one wall were couches. Backless beds, really, covered with nondescript flowered material that he couldn't see clearly.On the other wall were a couple of chairs.. The men's cubicles would be unusually busy that morning.Natasha was 35. She had been around the block and was nobody's fool. An intelligent woman; she wanted to get on with her job and despised aspects of the male-oriented industry in which she was frequently treated as a kitten; often hit on by fumbling middle-aged men who assumed she would lie down and roll over, at the slightest whiff of a high-earner.She had an IQ of 164. She kept that to herself most times, as the men around her could.