"What do you mean, Bunny? Exactly what is your business? You can trust me, now. I won't tell anyone." Cissy stroked the woman's flat stomach, then gently fingered her still-wet pussy.
Bunny looked down at Cissy's bold, exploring fingers and smiled. "You never get enough, do you? That's okay, you precious thing; I'm going to take good care of you for the rest of the summer, and I'm going to tell you all about my little business. But first, let's take a shower."
Chapter Two
The hot shower relaxed her completely, and Cissy nestled her head against Bunny's shoulder. Arm in arm, they walked, still naked, out of the shower room and down into the basement. Flipping on the light switch, Bunny led her through a large, wooden door and into a long hallway. The hallway was lined on both sides with doorways that led to small rooms; ten rooms on each side of the hall. Each room was not much bigger than a bathroom; however, there was no tub or commode, only four walls and lushly-carpeted floor. Windowless, each room was dimly lit by a candle fixed to one of the walls.
"What is all this for?" Cissy asked.
"I call this the Hallway of Ecstasy!" exclaimed Bunny. "With a capital E! You see, my business is satisfying horny, frustrated wives. Instead of hiring men to do the job, I use dogs. They work a lot cheaper, and they're a whole lot easier to get along with. I trained every one of them myself, and they are guaranteed to please. In fact, most of my clients, after one or two visits, are so pleased that they never want anything else but dogs, ever again. Now do you see why I don't want the wrong people finding out about my little business?"
"Don't worry, Bunny, I'll keep it a secret," said Cissy. "But tell me, how did you train all those dogs by yourself?"
Bunny smiled and led Cissy back upstairs to the main office, talking to her along the way.