The crawling, itchy feeling between her thighs had turned into a sensation of burning flame. She wanted to feel Bodego touch her there, there between her white, shivering thighs. She wanted to feel his warm fur rubbing up against her flesh, his paws braced against her hips instead of the carpeting, his mouth dipping down into her blonde, drippy cunt-thicket between her legs. She want him to lick her into ecstasy.

Doug had done that – had eaten her cunt, making her cum several times before squeezing his fat hunk of cock-meat into her pussy. How she would squeal at those times, wondering why the neighbors in the next apartment weren't hammering their fists against the wall in anger. Perhaps they had been listening, growing excited while she and her husband fucked late into the night. She would imagine that at times – all the apartment tenants fucking with the same desperate tempo as she, cum splashing around like waves while she and Doug enjoyed each other.

And now there was that beast below, licking her, nudging her. What did he want? Jackie wondered. Was she supposed to get down on her hands and knees like some bitch and wag her naked ass in front of him? Or, more sensibly, should she just pick up her pride and stalk from the room, leaving Bodego panting while she kept her sanity?

"Stop it, Bodego! You can't touch me like that! It's just not right."

Eleven-thirty! That's when her sister said they would probably be home. And it was only nine forty-five! There was plenty of time, more than enough moments for her to… No! What could she be thinking of? Perhaps that glass of Scotch would be in order now.

Standing behind the chair had been a kind of refuge for her. But now, Jackie moved toward the bar, her eyes on the amber bottle of liquor. Bodego barked, moving around, pushing her back with his head, butting it between her shaking legs.

Jackie's mouth opened in surprise. He was growling – not a mean growl, but one of excitement, one of lust. She felt her skin crawl, as if a million insects were inching all over her flesh. She struggled back, one leg striking the side of the coffee table. Jackie let out a sharp cry, feeling her balance go as she pitched back and wound up on her ass with a back-shaking thud. Bodego took advantage, jumping on top of her.