When she didn't push him away, but opened her legs wider, he lapped some more."I see he likes you," Carla said."Oh, he's adorable. What's his name?" I... don't know. He belongs to a woman down the street. But I called him Paws." She grinned. "The Paws that refreshes."Molly thought that was a corny joke, but she had to admit that the collie's tongue was very refreshing as it delved up her fuck slot, and his cock looked like it would refresh those depths of her cunt that other cocks could not. "Hey, baby!" he said, with a grin that lit his eyes. "Don't get uptight on me, huh? Look... this is, like the man says, show-biz, and y'have to get used to people doing their thing without bothering much about, uh, conventional mo-ral-i-ty. Say now, Maryon, you surely ain't no virgin baby, hah!?" No," she said, shortly, continuing to stand there, annoyed by his amusement, highly conscious of her near nudity."Didn't think so," he said, turning away to light a cigarette. "Not the way you used to. Twice a month we would party at some ones house. Some houses had three car carports some had two car garages in a basement. That was where the party would be. Every one brought what ever they wanted to drink. A bar would be set up with ice and plastic cups, most of us were beer drinkers and brought a cooler. The kids came of course. After eating we danced, it was not considered polite if a man did not dance with every woman that was there If it was my turn to entertain I would have boiled. Just a few hours ago she was convinced she was on the verge of success, on the verge of climbing to the top; now the options seemed to be death, imprisonment for child abuse, or serving Wendy as some sort of slave. None of these were particularly appealing but the thought of prison, or, far worse, being back in the hands of Fran, were too dreadful to contemplate. There was only one possible answer, Jen knew it and, as sure as eggs are eggs, Wendy knew it.?Please, Mistress, let me be your pet.?.