The back window of her pickup truck was open and filled with the head of the biggest dog I can ever remember seeing, cute as hell too. He was, Tricia ...explained, an Alaskan Malamute who’s sire had been crossed with a wolf, personally I thought the wolf only contributed to his size, he was a big dog, bigger than a ‘normal’ Alaskan Malamute. He had those ice blue eyes that see into your soul, and was absolutely and obviously devoted to Tricia.As soon as she let him out of the truck and introduced. "Lying on the bed, Domingo looked up at the ceiling; the rain was sweeping the windows. "You think she'll try to fuck us?" Maybe," Ernesto replied, "Maybe her, maybe a friend. Thas' the way it goes. In either case, we'll be ready. Got your knife ready?" Always," Domingo replied, eyeing his favorite blade. "She loves to cut," he said, and began to smile at the thought of slicing up the expected visitor.3:02 AMLeah left the room, and ventured out into the sheeting rain. She headed directly for. Who was next on the schedule?I stared incredulously at the contact that popped up on my tablet: Mrs. Claire Blaylock, 10011 Windy Wood Lane. It seemed that the pilot on Mrs. Blaylock’s gas water heater would not stay lit.Oh, I’d heard about Mrs. Blaylock, alright. According to the stories, she called for a technician every few months, supposedly to service a balky appliance but actually in need of a little servicing herself. I had thought the wild tales farfetched and privately doubted that. But it must been with pleasure because she then grabbed my belt and undid my pants letting out my throbbing cock for the whole room to see. I didn't think about it. It just felt so damn good for it to be out of my pants and into her hand. She squeezed it hard and my balls tightened up. She jerked it hard. I was on another plane of existence. I had waited so long for this that it didn't matter where it happened, it just needed to happen. Reservations be damned. As she was stroking my cock I ran.