“You’re cold,” I whispered, pulling him to my swollen body and embracing him. shoot…” He was laughing as he sat down beside me, the dogs calming somewhat and content to sit around us. I reached for him, pawing at his wet shirt and urging our Master to turn and come closer. Barley cleaned my nicely, gathering his orgasm from my skin and the bedding around me and I was wet and flushed and giggling happily, still locked up with Bush, and watching Master watch me. “No running, Dare. That was a pleasure all its own and I found my mouth filling with hot dog cock as I tongued the sharp tip of Barley’s penis. You’re so beautiful,” he sighed and he was making love to me as we lay side by side, slowly and gently the way only a man can. I hadn’t washed myself at all after mating with the wolf. That should seem impossible, I know, but it’s true nonetheless, they were of a kindred spirit my Master and my mate and I was equally
