Rex pressed harder. She felt her buttocks press tightly against the wall. There was nowhere for her to run. She was in the supposed safety of her own home. And yet there was no way the terrified, confused woman could get this animal off her.

"Oh, stop, stop… ', she pleaded.

If only she could get to the bathroom, her bedroom, somewhere where she could close the door and lock in behind her. But her body refused to respond to her will. Instead Joyce remained propped up against the wall, her head rolling from side to side while the dog was bracing his forepaws against her chest, then sliding back down and sticking his nose up her skirt and mouthing her pussy.

"Please…"

It was silly. Why should she think the dog could understand her cries, her pleas. She felt her asscheeks rubbing from side to side against the wall. Oh, she was actually encouraging the dog to lick her, increasing the. friction by moving her thighs. Somehow she managed to get the strength to raise her hand another time. She pushed herself forward, staggered awkwardly toward the bathroom. Again she felt his body bump hers, felt his tongue lapping at her ankles. It was becoming so hard for her to breathe!

Somehow she managed to get to her bedroom, holding onto the door, then swinging in.

Before Joyce managed to shut the door Rex bounded in, scampering around her ankles once more.

The woman held her hands to her head again, sobbing, trying to figure out a way she could escape this terrible animal.

"No, no!" she protested.

She backed away, the backs of her legs hit-ting the bed. Toppling backward, her hands flung to either side, Joyce landed squarely on her ass and back on the large king-sized bed. Rex was on top of her in a second, his snout pushing up her hem, his legs braced between her widely splayed thighs.