Somewhere deep down I knew that this was just a way of coping. It was long and wet and he licked right across my crotch. I felt the warmth of his body as he fastened the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I will be back this evening.” He closed the trapdoor and left through the front door. He leaned against the door, watching again. I moaned and tried to push against his finger. It felt like forever, even though it couldn’t have been long. And his clothes I realised as the moonlight suddenly filled the room. Would there be more? Just as the first dog had done he paused to sniff my crotch. The door opened again and I heard his footsteps and the unmistakable sound of dogs claws clicking on the floor. I felt his breath on my neck, brushing a strand of my long ginger hair aside.
