But of course when Master reminded me, calling me to his side and wrapping a blanket around me as I stood slowly, stretching and smiling, I remembered well enough. XXX They washed me thoroughly, without speaking a word and I endured it easily. I could feel the needle points of his teeth, the humidity in his breath. I sighed and reached between my legs, feeling my pussy plump and loose. Shadows moved on the rocks and trees and it was confusing and beautiful and I felt my heart racing. I’d nearly forgotten the old man and my appointment with the tribe, as dogs tend to focus on the more immediate prospects in life. It was still dark outside and I wanted to sleep more, but the old man, Whitecloud, was speaking to me in some language I didn’t understand.
