Maybe he just wasn’t in the mood, although from the way his eyes stayed on me all night, I knew he wanted me almost desperately. Porn feel her throat. It seemed impossible and I actually blushed a little, all by myself there at my bath, realizing it might not have been so impossible after all, but that did little in the way of explaining anything. He was incapable of making a mistake, of being unfair or even selfish. I was his, the same way the other three dogs were, and it made us happy to be owned. Being used and treated like little more than an object, but that’s the way of men and dogs, and I didn’t mind it at all.
