She called the number.The woman who answered the phone said that they were getting ready to move to the city and they couldn’t take their dog. They ...hated to give her up but if they couldn’t find it a good home in the next few days, she would have to call the pound.“What kind of dog is it?” Bettina asked.“A Beagle-Corgi mix. She’s beautiful! Two years old, about twenty pounds, sweet as she can be and housebroken too.”“And you’re giving her away?”“Yes, just so she goes to a good home.”“Can I see. I felt so fucking horny that morning…I felt another stir between my legs and laughed quietly to myself.I then traced the slightly scratchy sponge over my body. Very soon, I was pinching my hard nipples, rubbing them harder.I sighed quietly and moved to wash the rest of my body, sliding some fingers between my labia and allowing them to dance over my swollen clit. I then washed my hair.My palms slid across my boobs and I moved my fingers down to my shaven mound. They slid between my folds and. Finally, I settled for a dark blue sweatshirt and a pair of baggy jeans. It's almost a uniform for me, but it's what makes me comfortable. I can live with being predictable.I was the first to arrive at the pub. I ordered a dry white wine and picked a table with a view of the door, so I could see my companion coming. The pub itself wasn't anything special. It was modern and fairly nicely furnished, with wood panelling and good lighting. It wasn't what I would choose for my local, but it. Reggie kept up this brutal pace for an extraordinary length of time. Lis had resorted to screaming Reggie's name over and over. I sat in the dark watching as Reggie pushed Lis to the side and put her back up against the back of the couch. I saw now that Reggie was going to have even more leverage against my girlfriend with his feet now on the floor and God only knew what he was going to put her through now. I found out immediately as Reggie began humping between Lis' legs. I could clearly see.