She shivered, putting the cold glass to her lips and taking another sip of vodka. Rex had come into the living room and stood in the doorway looking affectionately at her. It had been less than fifteen minutes since… since that animal had touched her. Already, however, she was wanting to feel that tongue touching her once again, feel that furry muzzle brushing over her slick cuntlips. She closed her eyes, pressing her arms against her sides, feeling her body sway back and forth. Yes, yes, she was becoming sexually aroused about this animal, by his wonderful tongue, by that probing, snuffing snout! Of course she was treading on the thin ice of insanity. People just didn't go around letting dogs…

Joyce moved around the sofa and sat down, keeping her knees pressed tightly together. Rex was in front of her, his forepaws together, his head erect while his pointed ears stood up straight. He seemed to be waiting for something, for a command, some sign of weakness on her part perhaps. Joyce giggled, taking another large gulp of vodka. She was already starting to feel a little giddy. She'd have to watch herself! Debbie would be coming home soon. She couldn't find her like this!

"You can't do this again," Joyce whispered, peering over the drink glass at the animal. Rex knew she was talking to him and whimpered, leaning his head forward, wagging his bushy tail from side to side over the carpeting.

Joyce could still smell her own muskey, sexy cunt. She wanted to whine as Rex whined, feeling her sexual tension building again. She finished her drink and lay her head back, Joyce smiled, feeling her breathing quicken. All she had to do was sit there, not move a muscle while the animal finished her off. She moved to give him some of her cuntmeat, then thought better of it.