"Don't be dumb, Angie," she chided herself aloud. "I think the horniness is making you lose your marbles."

But a germ of the idea remained, and her face clouded slightly with the vague haze of building lust.

"Well, may as well go off to my lonely bed," she announced as she rose to her feet. "I doubt if we can expect your mistress home at this hour, Saxon old buddy. So I guess it's just you and me for the night. I don't suppose Sally would mind if I slept on her bed."

She headed straight for the bedroom, the dog trotting close at her heels. The big double bed looked inviting, with its neatly arrayed cover of purple satin and a plush pile of blue, green and gold pillows. The colors were reflected startlingly in a large mirror inlaid in the ceiling directly over the bed.

"When it comes to her bedroom, Sally lives like Cleopatra, doesn't she, Saxon? Imagine wanting to watch yourself getting screwed. What a lewd lady my dear friend is!"

Angie felt a little ripple of salacious arousal run up her thigh as she imagined her lovely dark-haired girlfriend being fucked furiously on the bed while she watched herself and her lover in the mirror overhead. Feeling the fire in her cunt flaring once again, she shook her head impatiently and yawned a slow exaggerated yawn, arms reaching high over her head.

"Well, Saxon, I guess I'll sack out. It's been one of those evenings, boy."

Undressing was a simple affair. She drew her blouse up over her head and stepped out of her jeans – and she was naked. Angie preferred not to wear underwear. She liked the sensual feel of her rougher outer clothes directly against her skin.

She tossed her clothes over the back of a chair and turned to face the dog, surprised to find him appraising the full length of her lushly molded body like any male confronted by a naked female. She was strangely tempted to cover her cunt-mound and her nipples with her hands, so penetrating was the animal's stare.