The Captain was a fussy man and like all fussy men in a position of authority he drove his ship's crew quietly, desperately nuts. One of his manias wa...s for proper dress and decorum at meals. His crew would have preferred to spend at least one meal a day with their families, but he insisted that every sailor mess with their fellow sailors, and in full dress at that. After much protest, he did reluctantly include those concubines who worked for the Sciences Division, although he insisted that. Susan and her family also owned a modernized lake cabin where they spent a lot of their free time. Amazingly the surrounding area had a population of feral dogs. Apparently they had befriended one particular feral who was often seen around the cabin by leaving food and treats for him. Susan obviously being into k9 sex. Actually built up enough trust to entice him with sex. The combination of food and sex then kept him rooted to the property. Even allowing Susan to handle him and to even get him. Your moans guide me now that you have slumped back onto the pillow. I know they guide me well as you thrust your hips against my face. I don't need a guide to know what to do now. I slide the first two fingers of my right hand deep inside you and pump them hard the first few strokes. Then, turning my palm toward my chin, I curl my fingers and begin vigorously rubbing your G!I sense your impending orgasm and suck a little harder. The flicking of my tongue on your clit changes to more deliberate. "Why don't we stop in Valdosta, Georgia and get some of those famous onions I've heard about."Arti threw a crust of her toast at me. "That's Vidalia Onions, not Valdosta Onions, dummy."Io piled on: "Vidalia Onions are from Tattnall County, Georgia. Home of the famous Vidalia Onion Festival. Held each May, so we'll miss that. It's not on the way, Zeus." Okay, okay!" I held up my hands in surrender. "Belay the call for onions. So let's spend the night at Weeki Wachee, instead. I always wanted to.