Willie
The past few Saturday afternoons Miss Benson has put Peetie and me back into our dog costumes. Since the weather has remained somewhat warm, she revels in walking two leashed and naked males in her expansive backyard. We are made to relieve ourselves, of course, and Peetie is given to poking his head between my cheeks to lick my low hanging sac. And while hes bestowing this treat on me, Miss Benson firmly holds me in place and giggles at my grimacing reaction of disgust at his attempted stimulation.
But lately, since the weather is cooling and the late fall brings rain, she has taken instead to working in the basement while I catch up on schoolwork. Later I know it will be time to clean her boots and I expect to spend hours laboring with tongue while she casually rests in a speci
