"Ohhhh!"

The dog's tongue licked higher and higher. Long silver streaks of doggie spit shone on her thighs. Why did it feel so all-consuming, so devastating! It was like the wicked thoughts during her high-school days when she touched herself. She remembered how wonderful she felt when she touched herself then, thinking about all the boys she wanted to have touch her. Her mother had never found out about that, thinking her darling daughter was such a saint.

Janet laughed harshly, squirming now on the hall floor. If her mother could only see her now – food for the pet's hungry tongue! She was letting it happen, actually letting it happen. Then thoughts of her daughter and niece raced back into her mind. Could she jump up in time and race for cover if the front door opened? With all the pounding going on in her head would she be able to hear the door open?

"Oh no, no, not… not here… not…"

Again Janet stretched out one hand, crawling forward as if she were dragging herself to safety from a battlefield. It was painful to move now. Her body felt so heavy, so damned heavy!

"Please… please – leave me alone!"

Bodego was trying to reach her drenched panties again. His tongue moved up, brushed over the wet narrow band of nylon pressing against her cuntlips. That hot, wet pressure drove sparks of sexuality into her cunt.

Janet cried out, stiffening while her legs jerked. It was as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her pussy. She groaned, puffing herself a few feet at a time. Just a few more feet and she would be in the safety of her bedroom.