Camey winced. It smelled of cum. Still it was better than nothing. Quickly she wiped her mouth and tits, dropping the soft material down to her crotch and dabbing the wet curly hairs dry.

At that point they all heard Karen coming back down the stairs. Camey dropped the towel, and her mouth opened wide as she saw the girl reappear with a Polaroid camera and flash attachment in one hand, and German shepherd dog on a leash in the other.

"I brought him with me," she explained, smoothing her hair back and patting the bun while handing the camera over to Jack. "I had to feed him upstairs. He doesn't do a thing unless he's had dinner," she said, glancing down at Camey and smiling coldly.

"You want shots of her and him?" Jack asked. Both men's eyes lit up. Already Camey was beginning to get an idea of what was going to happen next.

"It's insurance, dear," Karen said, her voice having the edge of a knife.

The woman jerked the leash up, making the sniffing dog whine with surprise. He sat down, his bushy tail moving back and forth slowly while he stared up at his mistress. Karen ignored him for the time being, watching as Jack made sure the camera was in working order.

"No one will doubt the authenticity of those shots. I'm sure you'll keep away from Brad, from the beach, if we want," she added, her smile broadening.

At this point Karen knelt down, running her slender fingers through the animal's gray fur. She seemed to enjoy this sensation, closing her eyes and seemed to enjoy breathing lewdly while hugging the whining dog close to her body. There was something erotic about what Karen was doing. Of course she was only petting the beast. But it was the way she moved her hands through his hair that made Camey shudder.

"You've got a new friend," the girl said to the big dog, standing up a little immediately and unhooking the black leather leash from his collar. The animal whined through his nose, looking quizzically up at his mistress.