When he tried to go to bed that night all he could think about was how Rose sharing that bed with him had been the happiest hours of his life. Bob la... sleepless for hours and during the small hours of the morning he got up and packed a bag and some food. Taking his sleeping bag and air mattress he loaded his truck and drove south into the mountains. Bob had always craved solitude and the loneliness of the deep woods when he was upset or depressed. For several days Rose mourned her failed. ”“Is that absolutely necessary, sir?” asked Conny, embarrassed to have to answer so meekly when all he wanted was to fight back or run away. He knew fighting back would only result in a beating, though, and running away would not solve his problem and be almost as humiliating. Doubtless Alfred would make him pay for it in a more public setting, too.“No. Get the fuck out, twerp”, Alfred said. “I don’t have time for bullshit.”Conny blushed and looked pleadingly into Alfred’s eyes. Swallowing his. Her name is Beth. She is veryfriendly and well-trained to follow my commands. Wagyour tail, Beth.” Up on my hands and knees again, Iwiggled my hips slightly and my tail swished. Themasters eyed me with cold contempt. “She is in heat andneeds to mate with other dogs. So I have brought herhere to share with your pets.”I was stunned ‘ never had I imagined she would use methis way. But I was also excited, and I could feel themoisture seeping between my pussy lips.The first. "NOW. Roger, take Holland's place at second." Lyle was furious. He threw his glove towards the dugout - which didn't even come close to landing where he had intended to throw it - and stomped off the field. Gathering his belongings, he tossed them into the Camaro and slammed the door for the second straight day. "What the hell is the matter with me?" he asked out loud. "Those throws seemed as normal as any throw I've ever made! Even the underhanded throw! I'm throwing like a girl!".