Behind a locked door, she could enjoy all the dog-cocks to her cunt's content, and, if the manager beat upon the door, she would just ignore his prudi...h protests.When she went out into the courtyard, all the dogs came to attention. She walked down to the office and they came trotting at her heels, whining pitifully and sniffing at her swinging ass.She entered the office, closing the door to keep the dogs out, and approached the desk--then blinked and giggled at what she had discovered.The desk. At first, Sandy hesitated and moved away, slightly. Her instinct was keep her distance, probably thinking that she had encouraged something that shouldn't be encouraged. Her "encouragement" was not of her knowing. Just because she was what she was, a delightfully kind, gentle and sensitive mature woman in a most attractive package. All along I had been attracted to her even before she knew I existed. God surely had created some strange things in this world and many beautiful ones. But this time. She lifts up her miniskirt that was alreadybarely long enough to cover her panties, showing a crotchless thongneatly framing her very small chastity cage. As she is holding her skirtup, the man bursts into laughter."What is that?!?! Is that the string from your vibrating butt-buddy?It's hanging out like a fucking tampon! You are such a faggot! Oh mygod, turn around and show the camera. Good girl, shake that ass alittle." Ok, ok. Don't get too excited. Sit back down and show me what you'vegot. I don't know what drove me on to torture myself with finding out exactly what she was doing. But I'd search her room on a Sunday looking for evidence from the night before - perhaps a condom, or cum stains in her knickers after she'd walked home - the cream perhaps still dribbling out of her. Then I noticed the word "safe" written at regular monthly intervals on the calendar. I knew she was a strict Catholic girl, so I guessed these were the dates when she could have sex without getting.