Amused to find herself actually blushing, Angie laughed aloud to ease the unnatural tension that had seized her and headed back to the living room and Sally's well-stocked bar.

"I think a nightcap would hit the spot, Saxon," she told the dog, who was again following at her heels. "Only way I'll ever get to sleep tonight," she muttered desperately, and bent forward to inspect the liquor bottles.

As she reached for the vermouth, a cold, wet, exciting contact at her momentarily exposed gash almost made her drop the bottle. Turning around quickly, she found the dog was staring up at her with something like a smile on his handsome face. Guiltily she realized he must have been attracted by the odor of her earlier excitement and had naturally sought to investigate in the manner of all dogs – with his nose.

Angie felt herself trembling as she set the bottle on top of the bar and reached carefully for the rye, this time making sure that her butt would not protrude invitingly in Saxon's direction. She mixed herself a Manhattan and headed back to the bedroom, sipping the drink in an effort to steady the trembling in her knees.

Even that fleeting contact of nose on cunt had felt incredibly good, reminding Angie even more acutely this time of the unsated need simmering in her empty snatch. She was going to have to quench the fire before she went to sleep, but first she needed a drink.

The dog's constant presence at her side was beginning to unnerve her, and she realized she was going to have to loosen her inhibitions before she could bring herself to touch her own pussy in front of him. True, he was only a dumb animal, but there was something about him, as though he actually felt her need to get laid and was concerned about it… As though he knew that she needed a big, stiff cock, and was slightly amused by her bewildered frustration.