Bodego pursued her, the hot slick sounds of his tongue filling her ears. There couldn't be a more beautiful sound in the world right now! She giggled drunkenly, pulling herself around the corner, into her bedroom, feeling relief at the touch of the thick carpeting.

"God!"

Somehow she'd managed to crawl in, feeling weaker by the second. The Airedale followed her, moving to one side as Janet kicked the door shut. At least she didn't have to worry about Shari finding her. Her daughter knew that when the door was closed, her mother's room was off-limits. Janet could be free to do what she wanted, free to… to fuck the dog, to let him touch her, to let him.

The dog was licking her panties again, shoving his snout against the hot, wet crotch panel.

Janet moved down on the carpeting, pushing her hips forward. Bodego saw her show of willingness, sniffed her growing excitement. He growled, moving his snout from side to side. How good his hot breath felt against her tender thighs! And now he was pressing forward, working the soppy nylon up between her puffy outer cuntlips, stretching his tongue around the elastic legbands, trying to get a taste of her juicy pussy.

There was only sharp reality now. She knew that much. Stretching her arms forward, Janet caught the Airedale's head and started shoving him away for a third time. He started that awful low growl deep in his throat. His eyes were slitting while his ears flattened against his head. It was a frightening, terrible thing to have this savage animal moving in on her. Janet drew her hands back, too frightened to move. He could have his way with her, let him touch her, do what he would. She just didn't want him to hurt her, to bite her.

"Ughhhhhh!"

"Ohhhhh!"

The Airedale had opened his mouth wide, revealing those glistening, spit-slick fangs of his. Then he had pressed his teeth into the flesh of her thigh.

Janet sucked in a ragged breath. She could feel those fangs sinking in, pressing on her tendons and muscles. There was a flush of excitement on her skin. The burning explosion of nerves being stimulated at so sensitive a spot on her body made the woman's heart pound furiously.