I felt his tongue on me. The sun rose late, but always quickly as it came over the mountains to the east. Indian Sex Huh?” he chided me gently and stroked my face. My Master was no fool and I was his treasure, or so he’d told his friend Joe more than once in my presence, and neither the Indian nor I doubted my Master’s opinion. My pussy spasmed as I had one climax after another, milking the wolf’s impossibly hard cock for his living sperm. Human laughter is a delight to a dog’s ears; like a baby’s smile or a mother’s touch, laughter has a presence all its own. I had no knowledge of such things. He could sense my fear, but find no cause for it, and this was not the first time I’d had a bad dream. Another wolf, probably young and in his first season as an adult, heard me and answered from some distance away. It is peculiar to humans that they must name everything. Bush was some distance off and he’d caught my scent so that he was barking happily and bounding about in the tall grasses as if I might be near him. Wolves mate for life and he’d left his pack to remain where I
