"Easy, Saxon. Hi, boy. You remember old Angie, don't you? Sure, you do. We're good friends. That's right, boy."

She giggled aloud as the big animal jumped up on her and began to cover her face in eager dog-kisses.

"Whoa, whoa, boy! Enough's enough already. I can't breathe."

When she'd recovered from her fit of giggles, she slipped back outside to replace the key, then locked herself carefully into the house. The dog stood eagerly by the door watching her, his tail wagging like a metronome, his head tilted in anticipation of what she would do next.

Angie couldn't help smiling at the lovable animal's playful excitement.

"You've been lonely, haven't you, boy? Did mean old Sally go out and leave her handsome baby all by himself?"

She sat on a kitchen chair, and Saxon immediately sat in front of her so she could pet him.

"I can't imagine why Sally would want to go out with some guy when she's got a lovable brute like you at home for company. Why, you're the next best thing to a rhinoceros!"

She laughed aloud, remembering Dave Wagner's taunting comment that she would fuck a rhinoceros if she got the chance. She had, in fact, little doubt that she would not fuck a rhinoceros, but a handsome beauty like Saxon here might be something else again.

Angie's face became serious as she recalled how horny she was and how she'd been literally robbed of her orgasm by that creep of a salesman. She supposed she'd have to settle for her own fingers up her cunt again, but… she had heard rumors about girls backing their dogs. Was it possible? Could any woman really stoop to letting herself be screwed by an animal?