Jackie ground her teeth, letting out small, wild sounds as Bodego inched closer to the backs of her legs. Jackie closed her eyes, half of her praying the dog would somehow disappear from her life, the other wanting to feel the slick touch of his tongue against her flesh. Her cunt-lips crinkled together, the juice deliciously dampening the electric-blue crotch of her dampened panties. Bodego licked over her skin, licking a silvery path of spit from her ankle up to her calf.

Jackie shivered, and her knees buckled under that wonderful, delightful touch. She smiled weakly with relief, as if some difficult decision had finally been made.

"Bodego, this is wrong! Please, please, go away!"

The dog wasn't fooled. Even as she told him to get away, the woman could hear the nervousness in her voice, the lie that was so obvious.

But could she go through with something as bizarre as this? she wondered. She had heard about women doing this sort of thing. But wasn't that in Mexico? And wasn't that for a considerable sum of money?

Jackie's knees trembled as she turned toward the beast. There he was, his legs braced against the shag carpeting, his bushy tail wagging, his pointy ears cocked forward, picking up the slightest sound she made. He tilted his head to one side, his long, pink tongue hanging out over the pointy fangs lining his mouth.

He looked friendly, even harmless. But there was something in his eyes, that look Jackie had thought of earlier, that told her he had something else besides doggie biscuits in mind.

"This is impossible!" she whispered hotly, putting one icy hand to her forehead and feeling just how hot and aroused she was. "This isn't going to work. It just isn't going to work!"

Bodego pushed forward, sliding his tongue over her flesh again, arousing a desperate cry of delight from the confused woman. She leaned heavily against the chair, her tits pillowing against the back.