"You… you… so that's why… why every housewife in the neighborhood stops to say hello to you, and pet you – when their husbands aren't looking… they knew… and I didn't… oh God! That handsome face… and this is how Marge trained you… oh God… oh God…"

The large German shepherd made a small, whimpering sound as he gazed up at the sexually intoxicated young bride. She was confused, he sensed, but he was content to wait. It was often this way the first time with human women. They needed time and patience.

But was he whimpering for the bone in her hands or for her? Jan wondered. Or was it both he needed?

She clutched her breast, her eyes wide with breathless indecision. Surely she couldn't be thinking… feeling… that… Her pussy twinged and she made a hoarse little cry. Did this animal sense what sort of obscene desire was tormenting her? She shivered and suddenly rushed to the bathroom as if Satan himself were on her heels.

But there was no avoiding the need for some sort of decision. Her loins fairly boiled as she whirled at Rex, who had come leaping after her. Her breasts heaved irregularly with volcanic, unfulfilled desire. She had to resist… had to…

"Oooooooh God…" Then suddenly it was too late. The furry length of Rex's soft warm nose pressed heatedly against the side of her nakedly trembling leg and she felt faint. She closed her eyes and suddenly she was carried away on a wave of desire so sudden and pure that she totally forgot who or what or where she was.

Because now all she could know or sense was the fiery feeling glowing so fiercely up between her heatedly aroused young vaginal lips…

CHAPTER TWO

It seemed an eternity before she was able to pry her eyes open again.

Where was he? Oh yes, that soft moist muzzle so affectionately pressed against her leg… Jan felt as if she were bathed in a heated pool containing nothing but purest sensuality.